"I've not met Patrick, but I've seen a picture of where he was training. But" She said slowly.
"But what?" Ms. Juliet encouraged her.
"He does not look like the Patrick I know."
"What do you mean?" Ms. Juliet asked further.
"His..." She stopped and gulped as she tried to remember what she saw in the few seconds the picture was in her hands.
"His eyes was lifeless and listless. Patrick had a charm around him that wherever he finds himself he shines through, no matter how dreary the place was. But he blended so well with the cold aura emanating from that place." A light seem to be shining through her eyes, the more she elaborated on what she saw.
She looked up at Ms. Juliet, excitement evident in her voice. "That was not Patrick, right?" She asked hopefully.
Ms. Juliet, careful not to dash her hope and not to give her unnecessary hope, looked steadfastly at her.