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As the screams of people settled down, Cody did as well. He was no longer yelling at the top of his lungs, and instead he began to assess his situation. He blinked his eyes, feeling the long lashed he now had. He looked around to get a better sense of his body; it really didn’t seem so bad at all. In fact, as far as bodies go, he was pretty sure he lucked out. One thing was still troubling him -- he couldn’t see his own face. It may seem obvious, but there is an expectation that you can see a face that isn’t you own. Even though this face was his now, it still didn’t FEEL like his, and he kept moving his eyes around hoping to catch a peek somehow. He looked over, down, up; it didn’t really matter. He needed a mirror.