(I've just been slow recently, no worries)<br/><br/>Sabrina scowled, a prize she could've had wasn't the least bit interested in her. "FINE, go with that wrinkly old bitch I don't care!" She then stomped out the exit to head to where she needed to be. The doctor and old woman looked at each other, not sure what had happened. "What the hell?" the man said, staring back out the door Sabrina ran out. "Ignore her, she's full just of contempt. She was never really loved." the old lady assured her.<br/><br/>"Oh, I had no you were a psychologist Myriam."<br/><br/>"No, no, I've just been around."<br/><br/>"Well, that was certainly interesting." The man offered his hand to Voide. "I'm Dr. Spoctor. This is one of my patients Myriam."<br/><br/>"Hello young man."<br/><br/>Jazz giggled at Marth's insistence. "Okay, I guess I can take part in a small experiment."