<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jim Firewood - Upstairs</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">While Jenny, downstairs, took care of breakfast and one of the new puppets, Jim Firewood, more known around the house as "Doc", had just gotten up. He wasn't as much of an early bird as Jenny, even though he didn't really like sleeping in. As usual, Jim took his time. A warm shower - getting warm water always took a while -, making sure he was clean shaven, and tidying up the room - so Jenny didn't have to - and he was ready to start the day. The young man was somewhat thin, with dark brown hair almost to his shoulders. His hair was kept well combed and neat, as everything else. He dressed somewhat formally, in brown pants, a white shirt and a brown waistcoat. In his left hand, he had what seemed like a medical bag.<br/><br/>He was whistling softly while leaving his room and walking in the direction of the stairs, but stopped in hearing movement in one of the empty rooms. Frowning softly, he took a deep breath. A new puppet? Oh, well. After some hesitation, Jim decided to make his way downstairs. It was not polite to bother whoever it was in their room, after all.<br/><br/>Entering the living room - which doubled as his office - Jim left his bag on the couch and planned to make his way through the hallway and into the kitchen when he saw there was another new - and apparently injured - puppet. Sighing, he leaned to help Jenny help the girl to her feet. "Let's take her to the living room, Jenny. As soon as she has had time to feel better on her feet", he instructed.</div><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jim Firewood - Hallway</div></span>