Dizziness and a distinct headache overcame you as you suddenly recognised a face in the mirror. It wasn't your face, but the body dysmorphophobia had been a thing that you got used to. You blinked and tried to ground yourself, attempting to find out who had been fronting before you.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw Phillip lying on the bed. He studied you for a second, then smiled softly. "You're back. Are you okay?" he asked as he sat up.