Chris watched as his friend began to grow older and older. His hair became frizzy and gray, then he nearly went bald. He gained a lot of weight, and then lost most of it, becoming skinny and frail. His skin wrinkled before it became unnaturally stretched. And then his clothes changed, becoming more like those of an old man.
Rob tried to straighten up, but he found that he couldn't. He ended up being slightly bent over.
Then Chris' memories changed to fit the new reality.
"Did you say Mr. Watson?" Chris asked. "I think his classroom is on the other side of the school," he said, as if he was answering a question that was apparently put to him. "Do you need help getting there?"
Rob looked oddly at his friend. "Chris, what the hell are you talking about?"
Then Chris looked oddly at him. "How do you know my name? Have we met before?"
"Chris, it's me. Rob. Rob Jones. Your best friend."
Oh man, Chris thought. This guy's gone senile. He actually thinks he knows me.
"Uh ... whatever, gramps."
"Gramps? What the hell are you talking ..." Rob stopped, when he caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror. This couldn't be. Right? He had to be imagining things. The person that stared back was an old man. An old man with his face.
