Willa's eyes go wide, but she immediately has to squint again to steady her vision and make sure she's seeing him right. She's still feeling dizzy and confused, and... "What happened to your hair?"

Did he dye it? He said he'd never dye it. Not that insecure, he'd said. Too much to keep up. Impractical.

Willa squeezes her eyes shut and then opens them wider, blinking a few times.

...Still her dad, still weird looking hair. She puts a hand to her head and groans a little. "Are we in Detroit? What happened to the plane?"