Hackworth tried to find her face, which should have been easy, it being 
the thing in the front of her head; but his eyes kept snagging on all the other 
little faces that came and went and flowed into one another, time-sharing her 
eyes,
her mouth, even her nostrils. And he was starting to recognize patterns in her 
hair too, which was more than he could handle. He was pretty sure he had just 
caught a glimpse of Fiona in there.