The strange figure bounded across the room to Jamie. It was a tall, thin man with a mane of hair like an unkept sheepdog. This wasn't as shocking as his outfit - a bright floral print dress and matching red lipstick.

I threw my arms around my poor, poor Jamie, sobbing.
"Oh Jamie! I came as quickly as I could! Your poor thing, are you feeling okay? Oh dear - your nose is warm and dry - it's worse than I thought. Do you need anything? Let me fetch your slippers. I'll fetch your slippers, but not your pipe - no-no, mustn't be smoking in your condition. Don't worry, I'm here to take care of you. We never need be apart again."