<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Her eyes dropped to the journal set onto the desk before his added push shoved the desk to where she needed it, his voice breaking the silence and drawing her up in a pause of what she was trying to get finished. It was a little hard for her to believe that the people in this place would follow her schedule and keep things the way she needed them to be but she couldn’t find any reason to refuse to write down the way her life needed to be.<br/><br/>In the end, all she could do was nod though she still did not understand why they thought she needed to be here. If anything, she needed to be in a hospital for her ribs. Not this place where they thought she was sick in the head. “You don’t plan on letting me go. You all think I am violent and crazy. You’ll say anything to make me feel better right now.”<br/><br/>Surprising astute for the quiet little mouse who disliked talking despite the fact that the words came out barely above a whisper. Where they had come from, she didn’t even know, but she certainly believed them. “I’ll write out what you want, but I want you to leave me alone. Please.” His presence in the room was throwing off where she needed everything to be, just the small space he was occupying  forcing her mind to have to try and rearrange so that it was all symmetrical.</span>[/font]</div>