Conservatory, Lunchtime, Emma and OTA
Emma was in the conservatory, strangely enough it was the only place she felt comfortable today, and the large sketchpad on her lap was rapidly filling up with sketches of her parents, and couple of other faces she hadn't seen for a while. Beside her on the bench was a box of tissues, which she occasionally pulled at to wipe her eyes, or blow her nose, and a large hot chocolate that was already cold. Sometimes, she wondered if the things that happened here were worth it, because however much you relished the chance to see some people again, it hurt to lose them over and over when whatever happened had stopped happening.
She flipped a page back, looking almost critically at a sketch of her mother, and then with a sniffle added a few more lines before turning the page again. Right now she could have done with Ang and Alec being home, but she wasn't going to ring them, they had enough to deal with in the UK right now. Trouble was, she knew everyone she could call was probably dealing with the same sort of stuff, and she didn't want to add to anyone else's problems, so here she was, crying as she drew, and missing her parents all over again. If it wasn't for how much she loved having them around for these wierd weeks, she'd wish it never happened again.