The good ol' interrogation room, though it was not looking like the one in my old prison, still had a see-through mirror and a desk against which I was chained.
And again tried to wear me down by letting me wait.
My plan was already set, so I leaned back with my hands on the desk, waiting.
Hmm, as I looked at the image of myself in the mirror, I noticed that I hadn't shaved for a long time, yet my face was as hairless as it could be, at least my cheeks and stuff.
A side effect from grading up? Doesn't matter, but it's a good one.
Henry had managed to shave somehow inside the parallel world, and I hadn't noticed a new stubble on him as well.
Maybe because our bodies got stronger and faster, some body functions were stopped.
"Mr. Howard." A black-haired man entered, looking more like an office clerk and not a police officer.
