Everyone was worried about Jane. His clothes were loose. During the first few days, he ate whatever he was offered. After the first fortnight, only when Teresa forced him to. His dark circles grew, melting against his tired skin.
He took sporadic naps. He had abandoned the constant watching of the clinic's videotapes and his new distraction was the visits to Kristina.
That woman was experiencing an identity crisis. She did not hear voices or saw strangled ghosts. The dead no longer abused her gifts. Jane was full of compassion, trying to comfort her with tender words. He didn't agree with her, but his petulance in arguing wouldn't defeat him. Kristina, still suffering from bouts of vertigo, ended up in tears on Patrick's lap during one of the last visits. She claimed to feel dead inside. Her psychiatrist put her on suicide watch for a few days.
It was assumed that Red John was torturing him. It was a consensus. He was now worried about a person who had disappeared from the system, like everyone who ventured into the dark. She could be dead, but Jane doubted it. Red John was bored. He soon understood his limits. So after a few more days, Jane decided to refrain from any information. His eyes would no longer review anything. Teresa felt a temporary relief.
The warm weeks flew by. None of them tried to decipher the ins and outs of an uncommitted crime. Until a real crime emerged.
"Patrick" Teresa appeared with shy steps in the middle of the room, gaining everyone's attention. Jane knew that tone. It was different. It was burdened with grief. Notes of concern. "we have a new case".
She didn't have to complete it.