As you walked into your art studio, you saw your clay-art work, Sally-Anne sitting up onto the counter curiously looking at her fingers, with slight amusement.

You stood there, a shiver going down your spine as a lump got caught into your throat, you felt like you couldn’t move as you stared.

She then looked over at you and slightly blew a raspberry as she looked you up and down in amusement, like she was just trying to examine you and know your looks.