His own vivid green eyes stared back at him, but they were set in a face that was more familiar than he had expected. He looked, he thought, more like an older version of Al, than a younger version of himself. His crow's feet were gone, as was his permanent twelve o’clock shadow, and a hint of baby fat remained in his cheeks - if he remembered correctly, that would be gone come the next school year. His hair though, was as unsalvageable as it had ever been. Finally, he looked at the reason he had been given a mirror in the first place.