<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jenny Wallis - Living room</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">With a soft sigh, Jenny took a quick scan over the living room. It was a little messy, but not even close to be as messy as the rest of the house probably would be. And now she had to clean, tidy, and still keep an eye on the two siblings to make sure no harm came to either of them. And maybe she could convince Jack to make some more needed repairs. Of course, she knew that would be a pretty daunting task. But it couldn't hurt to ask, Jenny thought with her usual optimistic outlook. <br/><br/>With a soft smile to herself - Jenny was never the kind to be a pessimist -, the girl started moving. The living room could use a broom, but it was relatively okay. So, she could walk around the house and see what else needed her attention. Something inside Jenny stirred with an excitement she didn't often feel. It felt a little like a treasure hunt. All those closed doors, and a key to open just one.<br/><br/>Peeking out of the living room and into the hallways, Jenny stepped out and took a turn in the direction where the closed rooms were. Each of these doors, she felt, held a world of possibilities. All she had to do was to open the right one. It took her a while trying a door here and there, until the key she had finally fit to a lock. Holding her breath, Jenny pushed the door and stepped into the room. It was so familiar...</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i502.photobucket.com/albums/e423/Jay_Souza/Trapped%20inside/39400c7f-b137-4c26-bb61-10756dc3d331_zpsa067d609.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jenny walked slowly around the room, feeling that there was something extremely familiar about that room. The furniture, the screen on the wall... It felt like she had been there many times. A quick glimpse of a memory came to Jenny's mind. She could see a younger herself sitting on the couch in front of the screen. There was a lady by her side, a little boy on the lady's side, and an older boy sat on the floor, between her legs, her fingers touching his hair.<br/><br/>Pressing her temples, Jenny sat on the couch, talking to herself. It usually helped to stir her memories when she did that, since the accident. "I was sitting right here. And the lady was by my side... the little boy was by her other side. And this boy was sitting between my legs, and I was stroking his hair... but who are those people? Why do I remember them?"<br/><br/>Jenny shook her head and laid on the couch for a moment, trying to make sense of that shred of memory. She knew she should get up and do something, explore this new place, but she just needed a moment...</div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jenny Wallis - Film Theater</div></span>