He was about to walk in when a figure walked past and stopped in front of the sink--butt naked. He could see their reflection in the mirror--it was Colby, the same messed up hair, the calm, slightly bewildered expression on his face. He began to examine the contours of his body, stretching, then flexing. He picked at his hair, shaping and styling it, then leaned in close to inspect his face. Sam watched, confused, as he began to pull a number of expressions. "Hi, my name's Colby," he said to himself working his eyebrows. He rubbed at the soft bristles on his chin, nodding slowly. "Looking good," he added.
His fingers swept across the touchpad, and the picture changed--another of Tom's friends, this time Cameron. He was dressed in a red polo shirt, his work uniform.