You notice Nicholas in the art room, late in the evening as you were picking up a few things you left at class. You see Nicholas in there by himself, sculpting what seems to be a person out of clay. He looked happy, but there was a strange sense of sadness and desperation over him.

After he finishes up the sculpture. He caresses the face with his hand, smiling at it and sighing shakily. A look of longing on his face as he cups the sculptures face in his hands.