<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 was concerned about the new girl. For what he could gather, there were two new puppets at once. Why, or what the Puppeteer wanted them for, was - still - beyond his understanding. It was in Jim's plans to figure out what was inside the Puppeteer's head, and for that, he had to keep on his good side. That was the reason why he had organized and led the Followers. That, and the fact that it was safer for everyone involved.<br/><br/>Jim answered Lucinda's question as he examined her carefully. "I am Jim Firewood, you can call me Jim or Doc, as you prefer. This is Jane Wallis, but she prefers to be called Jenny", he explained calmly. The man was young, and had a grave and smooth voice.<br/><br/>"As for why you are here... there is probably a reason, but I can't give it to you, for I don't have it", he completed. "Oh. That. It's the Master. The owner of this house. You should recover first, and then we will talk about this." Fumbling in his bag, the man called Jim took a small bottle with red pills. "Jenny, will you get me some water, please?"<br/><br/>The meek looking girl nodded and scurried off the room, entering the kitchen. She returned with a glass of water and a plate with toasts. "These are for Jack. He's just so skinny, that man. He will starve himself to death if I don't force him to eat. Excuse me, Jim. I hope you feel better, dear", she added to Lucinda before running off again.<br/><br/>Jim sighed and shook his head. Deep down inside, he was grateful to Jenny for keeping an eye on Jack.</div>