Dr. Phil stared into her soul, his beautiful eyebrows curved in concern.
Elle sighed.
Dr. Phil said, "I took you inside because you looked hurt. Do you need anything? Water? Snacks?"
"I'll have some pancakes," Elle said dreamily. Pancakes had always been Elle's favorite food after she went off spaghetti because it looks like veins.
Dr. Phil went into the corner of the room where there was a tiny stove and started furiously mixing together the things needed to make pancakes.
Elle looked put the window. It had stopped hailing and she could see clearly outside now.
The windowsill was kinda large so she hopped out of the bed and onto the windowsill. She gazed outside. Elle could see a woman screaming at her son because he spit on the ground. Elle sighed. She wanted to help the kid.
Maybe when she and Phil got married they could have a kid.
She was snapped into reality by a deep sexy doctor voice. "Would you like butter on that?" Dr. Phil asked Elle while holding a plate of perfect looking pancakes.
"Yes," she replied simply.
"So, what do you like to do in your spare time?" Dr. Phil casually asked as he waltzed over to Elle, pancakes in hand.
"I knit, sew dolls, collect tea towels, and make handmade cat toys out of my cat Mr. Mustard's fur. My favorite food is beets because i like how they taste, my favorite sport is competitive eating (If you were wondering, I've won the pie eating contest six years in a row) and my favorite color is mauve because it is the color of the tiles in my bathroom which are very pretty. I have eight cats and i named them all Mr. Mustard because I like the name a lot. I had a turtle named Turty but it died. She was a really fast turtle. Once she ran after me because I was holding an egg and she was hungry."
Dr. Phil looked fascinated.
"What about you?" I asked.
"Oh me? Well I have a dog named randy, a tv show that I give advice on, and in my spare time I collect starwars figurines."
I nodded intently.
This was good.
