<Lizzer shuffles through the door, looking all of 5 years older, with chunkier thighs, dirty blonde hair scraped back, and an expression of pity akin to that of a stuffed toy dog on sale at a petrol station (its pathetic, really - don't fall for it, it has been 5 yrs since she dissapeared from sight without even so much as a goodbye, let alone an explanation of her weird, frankly downright rude, behaviour - make her grovel, that's what I say, in fact I'm not sure she should even be allowed in!!!)> "Erm, hello?"