Meg looked into the glass. The greenish looking water on the other side seemed to creep into the edges of her mind. Meg jumped back.
A face! What is this? she thought. Her fingers became numb as she reached up to the tank. She placed them on the glass. It was cold to the touch, and dust flew off as she breathed onto it. The thin face became visible once again. It was a tall man, with fluffy green hair. She looked down to some words written on a small screen.
"Spike Spiegel?"