Emma as far as she was concerned, was in heaven, but then its not exactly difficult to imagine just how much difference a soft warm room made to those used to roughing it in the streets, it did worry her for a good while, if this was just some kind of elaborate hoax made to abuse the homeless. Indeed it all felt too good to be true, as she sat on this near luxery airplane, or was it average, not that it mattered, it was paradise for Emma.<br/><br/>Completely lost in her own world being torn back to reality as the plane lands, Emma sat patiently until she was told to leave, as she left the plane she saw a male porter looking for her luggage, smiling a little, she lifted her Stuffed rat doll she brought with her, it was the only one in decent condition. Given the state of her clothing he must have realised that its all she had, her torn jeans, hoodie and shirt is all she really had as possessions.<br/><br/>Walking into the waiting room, she attempted to file the forms, but was having difficuty, having to ask the staff member what most of those words were, she couldn't see them, she alwasy needed glasses, but given hr financial status, she was never able to get them.