You're Prettier than you Remember

You examine your face closely in the mirror, you can recognize your face but it looks...off. For lack of a better way of putting it you look...prettier. Any blemish or disliked feature on your face seems to be gone, and the rest seems to be more pleasant on the eyes, even your hair seems neater and more vibrant. You think back to the compliment paid to you by the receptionist back at the hospital and you get a warm, pleasant feeling. You're still not a big fan of being the center attention but you'd be lying if a stranger calling you pretty didn't feel nice.

Then you remember the house and your friends. You practically slap yourself for forgetting about them and begin to call. You try everyone's phones, Keith's included, but there's nothing. You get more **** and call Allegra's apartment, she lives in an older building and all the apartments have landlines - maybe they can get you in touch. You're connected to Allegra's apartment and wait for what feels an eternity and then a click.

"Hello?" A familiar voice answers and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest.

"Oh thank god!" The two of you launch into a length conversation, explaining what had happened that night to the other. Allegra said she was put off by one of the actors in the exhibit she went to and decided to wait outside, that was how she managed to escape the explosion. She had spent her time since then trying to get in touch with you or Jenny but wasn't having any success. When you asked her why she hadn't called you she sheepishly admitted her phone was lost somewhere in the house, and that she had tried to call yours but it was dead. Maybe someone at the hospital charged it before you woke up? Before long the two of you resolve to go to Jenny's apartment. You're worried about Keith too but you can only go after one at a time.

When you reach the apartment you manage to find one of Jenny's neighbors. The neighbor hasn't seen Jenny personally but knows you're her friends and offers you a spare key Jenny gave her to check on her apartment. You thank her and go to her door, taking a deep breath before opening.