Emily Alice Grey is a little bit strange, but no one complains too much. She lives a mostly quiet life with mostly good friends, to whom she refers to as "beasties," because "besties" just does sound right to her ears. I guess one could say that she is made up of anxiety, frights, and tries to be nice. Emily is so beside herself with anxiety, she couldn't begin to write an "about me" herself, so here I am, her imaginary friend, writing for her the "about me," because I guess she just doesn't know about herself. I mean, really? I ask her, "so, Emily, what would you tell me about yourself if I were to ask?" All she says is "I am just me. And that's all I am."