The agency was a dizzying maelstrom of activity. Your workload of paperwork dwarfed by the endless streams of reports you needed to get done that poured in relentlessly. It was as if it came from an uncorked fire hydrant.

“Still not finished yet?”

Two pair of purple eyes pierced into yours along with a small smile. His voice was monotone-ish but you could tell that there was a caring undertone.

“It’s nearly time. You can come back here and finish tomorrow.”

Added your brother.