Once, though, they all did. It was awful. I could feel my exposed gums and tongue the little holes where teeth once were. I mashed my gums together and tried to talk, but I could not speak. I found a mirror in a dark room and flipped on the switch. The first thing I saw was the numb, blood-covered, pink mess in my mouth. But when I inspected my face, the person looking back at me was not me. I don't remember his features exactly... just that his eyes were just as empty as our mouths.
And when he does, we're going to have a lot to talk about.