Nathaniel frowned, confused.
“What?”
“Your eyes are just… blue, deep blue.”
The older man spoke.
“What of it? I have blue eyes; it’s-”
“No,” The doctor interupted, “they used to be very dark green…”
He blinked, making sure he wasn’t seeing things.
“Yep, definitely blue.”
Nathaniel sighed, trying to take in what the doctor was saying, and trying to recall his dream at the same time.
“Wait.. that’s not possible. Where’s a mirror?”
The older man pointed behind him.
“The bathrooms are on the other side of the church.”
Nathaniel sighed again and the doctor helped him up. He’d been laying on a pew, and no one except he and the two men were in the chapel. He nodded to the doctor, signaling he was ok to walk on his own.
As he was walking out of the chapel, he noticed a grand bowl which stood on top of a wooden pedestal. He approached the bowl, and saw it was filled with holy water. Intrigued, he bent over to gaze into the bowl. He inhaled sharply, gazing into the reflection of his now blue eyes.