<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma slept well that night. Despite the fact that her entire life was crumbling to pieces, Emma felt relatively safe. She felt comfortable, for the first time in her life. Apart from waking up a few times for water, Emma managed to have a decent night's sleep. <br/><br/>Despite sleeping well, Emma woke up very early. It was already usual for her, as school and other obligations had always required her to be up early in the morning. Her morning ritual was the one she did every day back home. She stretched - carefully, as she still had stitches on both wrists, made her bed, and then went in the bathroom to  brush her teeth and take a shower. <br/><br/>Once out of the shower, Emma sat on the bed with the journal. She was planning on using a page or two for a drawing, but there was no time to start doing anything.<br/><br/>When the knocks on the door sounded, Emma froze for a moment. Who could be outside? Was this person going to tell her she had done something wrong?<br/><br/>Hearing Len's voice made Emma relax a little. She tensed up, though, noticing he sounded nervous. Thinking for a moment, Emma stood up. She hesitated, but ended up giving in. She knew she wouldn't be able to turn him away when he needed help.<br/><br/>"Umm... sure, come on in", she finally replied, not really minding the fact that she was still wearing pajama pants and a spaghetti strap blouse, with nothing more, and her hair was simply tied on a messy bun.</div>