"Looking into his eyes, Marty saw something... different. The green wasn't a green any longer. Oh, to be fair, it had the characteristics of green, the hue, the shade, and the reflection of green still bore strongly. But, it was... wrong. Something behind those eyes had changed. It wasn't a hollow, empty stare of a man who had seen too much, or the dead-eyed stare of those who had seen too little. It was just... different."