James quickly went to his boss and excused himself for lunch, quickly running back to said door and going out of it, continuing his walk with 22 to his house.
You don't even understand the premise; the rp started on a different site a week ago. Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean you should bash on it.
Marjory continued to stare with narrowing eyes, "James, has working there caused you to go mad yourself? I can understand your attachment to her, but she isn't our Yvonne."
Marjory didn't reply. After a few moments, she glanced up with tears in her eyes. She wanted to believe it, she truly did... But if it wasn't really her...
"I couldn't tell by appearances," he frowned. "Her hair's white, and she's missing an eye, and she's so thin... but once you learn it's her, you can see it."