<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jenny Wallis - Film theater</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jenny waited for an answer coming from the master of that house. She had been there for quite a while, and things seemed familiar in a way she couldn't explain. Every now and then, something small triggered a memory, something lost in the haze of everything that had happened before the accident.<br/><br/>And when she tried to press further, a bliding headache seemed to stand in her way. Her parents had told her it had been the effect of the accident, and Jenny had left it at that. But now that she was questioning things, even that was open for questioning. <br/><br/>The Puppeteer's words made Jenny blink again. "It's a lie!", she replied, clearly distressed. "I have not banned my memories, I wanted them back! All of them! And I don't know you!"<br/><br/>Jenny would have said something else, but the blinding headache made her fall silent. Pressing her temples with both hands, the girl waited for it to go away, or at least to feel better by a little. She had to keep on exploring that place, and she couldn't do it until she felt better. Maybe, Jenny considered, she should go for Jim, but Jim seemed to want to pick her brain for memories she didn't have.</div>