The Head Mistress sat at her desk, her small pale hands shuffling through paperwork on all the children in her orphanage. She knew them all by name and cared for each one, though she rarely left her office. In the past years she had grown sick, but didn't want to worry her children, some of which she knew could tell that her time might be coming to an end.<br/>While working on the papers for the newer children she raised her head to the sound of Seth's voice. His urgent words caused her to rise her feet. The Head Mistress was an older lady, her gray hair put up in a bun, her glasses mid-way down her nose. Her wrinkled hands reached for the phone to the right and in a fast pace she called the nurse telling the other lady to meet her by the front doors due to an emergency. Once hanging up she looked up to Seth, "Let's go." She was then on her way.