When Emma saw the new doctor and what to seem seemed like a completely new office her eyes widened slightly. [i]This is really really different...different is good [/i] she thought as she took a little step into the room. Her eyes passed over everything infecting it curiously. She looked like a little kid seeing something like a butterfly for the first time. She seemed consumed by her curiosity to such a level she almost tripped right over the bean bag chair in front of her. However beyond her curiosity it was clear she was a tag nervous by the way she was fidgeting with the bottom of her sleeves. 

When she bumped into the bean bag and the doctor told her to call her Grace her attention turned to her. She had a slightly shocked look on her face at the fact she was being allowed to call the doctor by her first time. [i]Different is good, it is nice to call someone by their first names the nicest nurses let me do that[/i] she thought as she studied the doctor. She looked nothing like Dr Dick.For one thing she was young. Dr Dick left because he retired so he was a good age. Grace looked only a few years older than Emma...though Emma could pass for about 10 years old so it wouldn't be clear to people that didn't know Emma's real age. She was also a woman and quite pretty. Emma liked her hair. Black hair was hard to find and Emma rather liked it it looked bold. She also had a really warm look on her face. It wasn't a pity look either like the kinds she gets from the nurses it was just welcoming. 

Emma shyly sat down on the bean bag pulling her legs up close to her so she was curled up into the chair that engulfed her like a little cat almost.When the doctors first question hit her she sat their stunned for a moment before a smile spread across her face and a cute little giggle escaped her lips [i]Yes different is definitely 100% good![/i] she thought almost cheering in her head. No one ever asks Emma that kind of question. They just want crazy people like her to live content little lives and never have strong opinions on anything. 

"Well lets say his name fitted him well." Emma said in a slightly Scottish accent. Even though she hadn't lived in Scotland since she was very young her accent was still there. "He was a bit of a dick and tended to be a kinda stick in the mud about stuff...he was going to take away my sketch book once." She muttered with a frown remembering that. Emma had been deep in thought one week because of a dream she had and therefore been drawing allot more. He said it was unhealthy and threatened to take it off her. 

Meanwhile back at the house Mark smiled and turned to Abigail grinning as he called him her big brother. He knew it was just a little pet name but it did mean allot to him that she called him that. "How you feeling kiddo?" He said. He knew that she sometimes got embarrassed when he called her that but he couldn't help it and hay they weren't in public or anything so it was fine. 

"Ha ha sure I will make you something you could have just called out to ask me though you didn't need to get out of bed." He said clearly worried about her being ill. He stood up coming to about just under 6 feet tall. He had brown short but somewhat messy hair, blue eyes and a warm face with a slightly misshapen but cute nose. He was dressed in fitted grey trousers and a dark brown cardigan as well as a white t shirt. 

He quickly pressed save on his work and headed to the kitchen "What would the lady like?" He asked in a fancy waiter voice wanting to make her laugh.