As Eric shaved to get ready for work, his thoughts wandered back to high school,
but he struggled to think of anything other than Graduation, Ms. Feniss’ English
class, and Prom; even his “friends” were only associated with those three
memories, no late-night hijinks or summer vacations. In the midst of this
confusion he nicked himself with his razor and immediately put his hand over the
cut, but when he withdrew it, there was no blood and in the mirror he saw what
looked like metal beneath his flesh.