Chapter 39: Elodie

I whirled and backed into Sawyer.

Patrick was framed in the doorway. He wasn't wearing his glasses. Which was a ridiculous thing for me to focus on, but they were so much a part of how I visualized him that it was almost like looking at a stranger. His eyes, usually hidden by those Coke bottle lenses, were flat and gray. The mouth usually curved in a slightly amused smile now had a cruelty about it that I'd never noticed. His shoulders, usually slightly hunched, were straight and confident. He no longer looked the part of absent-minded professor, what with the military-style fatigues and the gun in his hand.

Maybe Superman's disguise wasn't so stupid after all, I thought.