Tom knew something was wrong once the shaking started. He picked up the spider and his hands were shaking so badly, he almost couldn't see the spider. "I-I need to go and get a drink. Ex-excuse me." Tom stuttered out, dumping the spider on the table and rushing out of the room. He rushed past everybody in the studio and into an empty room labelled, 'SET DESIGNER.'
He sat on the chair and tried to re-control his breathing and shaking hands. Suddenly, the door opened and a young woman, probably the set designer, walked in. Her happy face was quickly replaced with concern. She bent down in front of him and began asking him what the matter was. "Spi-spi-spi-spider......" It was embarrassing that he couldn't even get out one word. "Chest.....hurting...." The young woman nodded. "Ok. It's a panic attack. Give me your hand." Tom couldn't. His hands were shaking too much. The young woman grabbed his hand and put it above her breast (Like, right under the throat), so he could feel how she was breathing. Slowly but surely, his breathing slowed down. Once his breathing was completely normal, he sagged in the chair. "Wha.... what was tha...that?" He asked, nearly falling asleep. His head lolled to the side, and he listed sideways. "Whoa!" The girl grabbed his shoulders and pulled him upright. "That, Mr Holland, was a panic attack. You're tired now, because you just spent the last 20 mins barely breathing." Tom was only a quarter paying attention.
1/4- He was trying to concentrate on what she was saying.
1/2- He was trying not to pass out.
1/4- He was mesmerized by her beauty.
As soon as she was done talking, he said, "Ok..... Thanks...." And fell asleep in the chair. The girl sighed and woke him up. "Ok. You can trust me, but, we're going back to mine. You can catch some sleep while I work." He nodded, still only barely connected to the world. She dragged him to her car

and pushed him into the back. They drove to her house, with her listening to her music. They pulled up to her house, and Tom was in awe of how nice it was. (Pics @ bottom) She helped him out, unlocked the door and led him to an empty bedroom. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out. "Thanks...." He mumbled before she interrupted him. "Yn." She said, doing some stuff in the wardrobe. "Thanks Yn.... I appreciate it." She smiled and pulled the blanket up. He smiled and dreamt of the new girl....


Yn Y/L/N

Front-

Front garden- 

Bedroom Tom's in-

Hallway-