<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jim Firewood - Living Room</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jim sighed tiredly. The morning was just starting, but this seemed like it would be a long, long day. At least the new addition to the house had now convinced herself that nobody was trying to poison her with pain pills - thank goodness there was no poison around the house, or someone would probably have killed themselves already - and taken hers. She should be getting better soon.<br/><br/>Now, to care for Rai. Jim walked slowly and got on one knee near to the young man. His voice was caring and firm when he spoke. "Everything will be all right, Rai. Let me look at you, can I?". He planned on taking the boy's pulse and having a general look at him, before addressing his burns and his mental state. Couldn't hurt to make sure everything was all right when he had the chance.<br/><br/>In that moment, a blurry figure ran past the living room, sobbing. Jenny? It had to be Jenny, from the looks at it. But she disappeared before he could even call for her. <br/><br/>Great. It seemed like today was mental breakdown day. Jim sighed and looked up at the camera. "The day has barely started, and two of us are breaking down already. Is it the plan for all of us to go insane by the end of the day?"</div>