Bridget saw James come in. "Oh, nothing really. Just an imaginary boy." She smiled at him. Bridget finally finished her picture of the boy she had dreams about. Continually, his boy popped up in her mind whilst she was asleep. His brown hair was always picture perfect and his eyes made her feel a million miles away. Bridget knew he was only a fragment of her imagination, but she longed to meet him. Pinning her drawing on the wall, she turned back to James. "I wonder what Mummy is cooking? Let's go find out, shall we?"
 As she strolled into the kitchen, she saw a blinding yellow. "Seems you are happy today, mother!" Bridget's ability to see auras meant that she knew, from the yellow light around her, that her mum was in a cheerful mood, which wasn't much of a surprise to her. Pinching a small piece of carrot, she smiled. "Looks good so far, Mother!" Bridget was the kind, thoughtful and loving type. "Have you seen Bryan by any chance?"