A great white hall stood before Hawkeye now. He had been warped out of the basic class of Characterization to the Hall Of Testing, a place frequented by The Grand Testing Instructor of O.R.P.H. But, the Grand Testing Instructor was off on a cruise. So, in his place, here was his nephew, the Grand Testing Instructor of O.R.P.H.'s nephew, or Kaleb as he was called by his friends.
Kaleb sat in a red chair, the only furniture in the otherwise entirely white hall, sobbing. His hands were in his face, and tears were falling to the floor. Here he was in the place of his uncle, who was off on a boat somewhere. Kaleb didn't have a doubt in his mind that right now, Uncle was flirting with three hot babes in bikinis and drinking a large margarita. And here Kaleb was, stuck here, as he'd always been, in these bleak, white halls.
"Approach," Kaleb said in between sobs, noticing Hawkeye. "Show me what you have learned."
He wiped the tears from his face and tried to calm down, but to no avail. How embarrassing! He had been caught in his own self pity at work! Work! How he... Hated work. Just the thought of it caused him to once more retire his face to his hands to harness the tears once more in his eyes, which he was quick to wipe away as to not seem vulnerable on the job.
"These halls," he began, "are different. They show the personality of those who are inside them. So, tell me, why are these halls white now? What have you learned in your time with that cutie Hikaru?"
The halls began to turn slightly pink as he remarked about Hikaru.
