The people filed out.
Mary saw the rooms in the mirror. Saw things in the rooms, the faces and bodies that had been left; the woman and the machines and the old young men standing about, adjusting, readying.
Then she looked at the picture in the screen.
And screamed.
A woman of medium height stared back at her. A woman with a curved body and thin legs; silver hair, pompadoured, cut short; full sensuous lips, small breasts, flat stomach, unblemished skin.
A strange, strange woman no one had ever seen before.
The nurse began to take Mary's clothes off.
"Geoff," the woman said, "come look at this, will you. Not one so bad in years. Amazing that we can keep anything at all."
The handsome man put his hands in his pockets.
"Pretty bad, all right."