It was a cold winter's night, with snow falling outside and dusting the area surrounding the care home, and indeed the home it's self, in a lovely, thick white blanket. Inside one of the room stood 18 year old James Harrison, his big brown eyes watching the snow with awe and curiousity as he stood at the window, dressed in his favourite pyjamas, a set of "Batman" ones. Upon his bed sat his blankets, a "Thomas The Tank Engine" set, with a well-loved teddy bear on the foot of it. His matteress crinkled slightly, as it was covered in a protective sheet to soak up any accidentsa he might have had, s he suffered with a tiny bladder. He rarely wet the bed now, but sometimes still suffered with the rare accident. Despite his many "issues", he was quite well behaved, with the only real issue being his eating problems. He didn't like the textures of certain foods, so would point blank refuse them. But, his diet was good, and though a little underweight, he was healthy as far as that was concerned. He never spoke a word, and it was even known if h could actually communicate without pointing to what he wanted, or using "Makaton" to express his wants or needs. The only thing left to do that night was to get his teeth brushed, something he really struggled to do, and always needed his twin's help with. Most bathroom things were an issue, really, but he was well-behaved and never made a fuss about her washing him, and if anything, liked having his hair washed, as the massaging of the shampoo soothed him a hell of a lot.