Jolie looked at the picture of herself, relaxed and confident with the paper.  She felt like she was seeing herself in a new way.  She could feel the admiration that Adam had of her prevalent in the soft details of the drawing.  He was so close to her that she could feel his warmth pressing against her, thigh to thigh.  His legs were strong, and she felt his energy almost seeping into her as they sat together looking at this gift he had drawn.<br/><br/>More than a gift, it was a message.  This strong man had a unique vision of her that he was asserting in this picture, that he clearly wanted her to accept. She had such fractured complicated feelings inside that sometimes made her feel these days chaotic and confused, not "simple" as Merrick Gray made her feel.  In this picture, she looked simple, a woman but childlike and open and confident in who she was, relaxed.  It felt like such a beautiful message this picture:  this is who I see.  You can be this person again.<br/><br/>She turned to Adam, her eyes brimming with emotion that she was trying to hold back. She knew she was failing.  This man saw her in totality.  She spoke quickly in a timid little voice.<br/><br/>"I just -- I don't know what to say.  You've completely captured me."  A blush flew over her cheeks after she spoke the words.  She looked at the floor afraid to see the reaction of this strange and extraordinary man who had come into a dead, hollow life and offered the hope of a resurrection.