<span style="font-weight: bold">The Puppeteer</span><br/><br/>Jenny's reaction had been as predictable as everything else of her. But maybe what he had said about her blocking her own memories would get to her sooner or later. He had no idea how she could change that so, it seemed to be fixed in her unconscious mind. For now he kept quiet as Jenny seemed to have another head-ache attack again. There was no chance to force her into remembering. It had to go softly and slowly.<br/><br/>The Puppeteer changed to the living room monitor. He had not reacted on his red-haired favourite after her last comment, but the moment Jim asked her if she would mind to be alone he pressed the speaker button.<br/><br/>"Ahem, don't worry, Jim. In this house nobody is ever truely alone. I am still here and I want to apologize that I had not taken the cigarettes from that guy. I had not expected him to be such an asshole. But I won't bring him new ones, so sooner or later that smoking threat will be over. Nevertheless you should watch your back, lady. Some guys don't like it to be commanded around and this one seems to be as nuts as Ray. I will have to speak to my people outside to be more thoroughly in checking people out. As we all have to live with each other here, we can't have to many trouble-makers in this house. Oh, and your name interests me too. Otherwise I would have to call you Foxy..."<br/><br/>He chuckled silently and waited for her reply. Somehow he expected her to get in his face about Foxy.