Tommy was rubbing his bony hands neurotically, while his hands were looking at nowhere. You could call his condition calm, because all those ticks he had were usual. He was very bony, with a powerful and strongly protruding bone of the spine from under the pale skin. He was two meters tall and his the limbs were long and his face always had that stupid smiling expression of the autistic or down child. The blood of his previous victim was dried on his lips.