It is midway through the morning and the sky, which can be seen through the barred windows of the building, is misty-grey in colour. Inside the building, a room paved with maple wood exists. There is a heavy wooden table that is set by the window and placed between two heavy woollen grey chairs. The Doctor occupies one such chair, while also resembling a tin solider thanks to his static posture. Blanche lounges cozily in the other chair, humming a soothing tune. There is a sense of familiarity as Blanche and the doctor sit for a conversation over a cup of coffee.

Doctor: So, how're you doing Ms. Dubois?

Blanche(flirting): Oh, my loving doctor, how often must I tell you to change this wishy-washy attitude of yours. The name is Blanche. After