However, almost the first face I saw there was that of a friend.

Make it the worst Storm that the face of this old world has ever seen.

Jacob's face as she had last seen it, empty and white.

A face he had first seen in another door, surrounded by velvet green.

He was laughing, his whole face alive as she had never seen it before.

Such a fair face, to be the last thing I see.

He turned, saw a frightened face look out before the last one closed.

Seldom in all his experience had he seen so evil a face.

He opened his eyes, saw a familiar face looming over him.

And then my mother's face, with a look I'd never seen before.