The vast corridors of the new hospital stretched out, daunting and impersonal, causing even the staff to occasionally lose their way. Amidst the sterile whiteness, a figure stood out. An ash-blond guy sat on a windowsill, smoke curling up from his cigarette. As he exhaled, his gray eyes caught a hesitant gaze from a bewildered visitor.

Recognizing the lost look, he smirked. "Lost, are we?" he teased, grey eyes twinkling with mischief. "Follow the yellow brick road, or...need some help?"