Jo had a wild, creative, and maybe even a little masculine side. She loved her family and did everything she could to keep them safe and sound. And you were from a wealthy family, never lacking for anything, thinking about marriage as all girls should think, weren't you...? Bumping into Jo at the ball, you made an instant connection, and you never left each other's side after that. Your family helped Jo's family, with money, food, anything they could to make Jo's life easier. And Jo would show her written works to you in return, standing in front of you and reading them, and you would nod approvingly in return. One cold evening you were standing in front of the mirror braiding your hair before you heard some strange noises near the window. You were about to shriek when you saw Jo's head and body trying to climb through your window. –You could have opened it wider you know! She panted as she piled into your room.