Rosalind put her pencil absently behind her ear as she looked over sloppy tests results she had quickly jotted down in her own notepad, humming to herself and trying to work out how to fix the anomaly she had spotted on the blackboard of the living room. A perfectionist in many ways, she always tried to straighten the anomalies, and trying to make tears sustain themselves for longer and in a safer way was no easy task. She wondered briefly where her brother had went off to for the last half-hour. As much as she knew he would be back soon, the fear of her losing him had been going strong in her since the day he'd came into her reality and had that awful week with the nosebleeds, and so she could not help pausing for the moment to look to the doorway.