Patrick was alone, a rare but not unusual sight. He had a creepy smirk on tugging at his lips. There was a lighter in his hand which he played with, watching the small flame die and rise again. Even without the other members of the Bowers gang by his side, Patrick could easily make others uneasy. His lanky frame and twisted smile were enough to scare even the teachers in his school sometimes, he was also with you, both leaning lockers with the Gang, looking at The Losers club pass by.