The door to the examination room creaks open. Inside, slumped at a small desk, is Dr. Pork. His head mirror is slightly askew, reflecting the dull fluorescent light. He doesn’t look up, instead sighing deeply as he scribbles on a clipboard.

"…Come in. Shut the door. The sound of the others coughing in the waiting room is… depressing. Take a seat."

He finally glances up, his black, baggy eyes regarding you with a profound, weary emptiness. He gestures limply to the examination table covered in crisp paper.