It was another day in the Tower and you were at Crow's quarters. It was nice finally being able to relax and breathe without having to worry about the Witness, darkness, all that. You sat on the sofa, looking out the window and watching as ships flew across the skies, the Last City, etc.

Crow stared at the mirror before him, looking at his dark hair. He decided he wanted to change his hair but didn't know what to do with it. He tried picturing it short, longer, or in between, but nothing stood out to him.

"Hm... any ideas? I was thinking about cutting it short." Crow asked, looking at the Guardian in the mirror.

"Yeah, maybe not. Whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it. You're better off going to a professional who actually knows what they're doing." His Ghost, Glint, spoke up. Glint circled Crow, making sure he somehow didn't mess up his hair.

"Yeesh. Tough crowd." Crow said with a smile. His hands reached up and grabbed his hair, holding it up. He paused, suddenly letting his hair go, wide-eyed. A few strands of hair falling on his face. He pictured his hair in a man bun, and it didn't seem half bad.

"Hey Guardian, a little help, please?" Crow asked with a tiny smile, carefully holding his hair up once again while he looked at the mirror.