<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jim Firewood - Living Room</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jim nodded when the new member of the household said he had gotten hit on the back of the head. He sighed softly. What was going on now? Two new people in such a short time. And both apparently taken into the house by force. Jim shook his head and sighed. He had been invited into the house. Jenny, who knew? Jack... Jack had been his big mistake. But these two... They were different. Neither of them seemed to have been presented with a choice. He would have to do some camera-talking later, that was for sure. Shaking his head, Jim decided first things first, and started looking after the boy's head.<br/><br/>"Don't move, this may hurt a little", the man warned. He didn't know how bad the damage was, so he couldn't do anything without this piece of information. It was his intention to start examining the boy's head, but before he could even do anything the other new member of the household took his cigarette off his hand.<br/><br/>Jim wasn't exactly happy with the smoking, but he had learned that whatever kept his patient quiet for long enough to allow examination worked for him. Apparently, though, he was the only one with that mindset. <br/><br/>When the girl stormed off the room, Jim waited. He couldn't really do much until he knew whether or not his patient would stay there. He seriously hoped he would, so the examination could be done and over with, and Jim could look after his other patients. Or impatients, for that matter, as they seemed to be at the moment.</div>