But he always seemed to know there was something different about me.

Something seemed different about him, though I couldn't think what.

What's different about us than the rest of the world?

No, there was something different about the way he'd looked at her.

And I could tell there was something different about you.

What would be different, if anything, about his life when the conference was over?

You think different just about the time you're all in.

Like when he tried to feel, from the inside, whether anything was different about his own body.

The question is, what's going to be different about these people?

But why did he sense something different about this figure?