Robert exited his parent's room, and decided to head upstairs. As he did, his now bluish black hair began to grow, and by the top of the staircase it had leveled off at a pristine chin length bob, with bangs cut in a broad triangle shape over his face.
Heading into his room, Robert speculated for a moment over why exactly he had come in here. He knew he had come in here for some reason, but now that he was up here he couldn't remember-
Oh yes, my phone, Robert thought, scooping up his cell phone. I don't know why I left it in this room, though. I guess I can forget things in the weirdest places.
Departing from the room he no longer considered his own, Robert glanced over at the wall and noticed the family portrait. Walking over, Robert remembered how it had seemed weird to him before. But it was not as it was just a few minutes ago, but that wasn't bad. In fact, Robert thought it seemed just right.
"I must have been imagining things before," Robert said to himself, taking a moment to feel the nostalgia from looking at the old picture.
