[Who's to say what goes on in that skull of his. Who's to say it's even still his skull. The short of it is that he bundles some things up, takes over the master bath, and spends a few minutes taking everything in. The view in the mirror, the view out the window, the strange gasping quality his breath takes on when he thinks too much about dealing with all of this... again? And overall, just a break from any effort to smile reassuringly.
When he examines his reflection some more, he discovers that muscle memory means something - he's able to style his hair with far more ease than the first dream. And when he emerges from the room to head downstairs, he's stylish - and wearing sunglasses inside. The perfect, most impenetrable of disguises.]
I didn't find any clues in the bathroom! But it's sunny outside. And the sky is blue.
[Just in case mentions of sun or sky startle her the way it startled him, any hint she might also be a transformed monster who's just staying calmer about it.]
first paragraph - something of a panic attack
When he examines his reflection some more, he discovers that muscle memory means something - he's able to style his hair with far more ease than the first dream. And when he emerges from the room to head downstairs, he's stylish - and wearing sunglasses inside. The perfect, most impenetrable of disguises.]
I didn't find any clues in the bathroom! But it's sunny outside. And the sky is blue.
[Just in case mentions of sun or sky startle her the way it startled him, any hint she might also be a transformed monster who's just staying calmer about it.]