[ WP ] Only one person can laugh at a time .

It was always a pain to laugh. 
 
 `` Number 43,493, Number 43,493'' echoed through the linoleum tiled, white washed waiting room. 
 
 `` I'll see you after work'', the man said. 
 
 `` Wont you come in? ``, the woman. 
 
 They stared at each other for a fleeting moment, and then the man turned without another glance. 
 He stepped back out the door and after a few swipes was back in an Auticar. The city around him transfigured into a blur of gray. The dreariness of this particular day was not lost on him, however, he always felt sad after leaving the treatment facility. What drove her to do it? They said after your first visit you could never stop, and that much remained true for her. They would wait for hours in the rain, for that brief moment. 
 
 His Auticar came to stop in front of his office. 
 
 She always seemed to full of life after her session, and then so empty after the sensation faded away. 
 He entered a lift and found himself staring through the small window in the doors glimpsing fragments the skyline on each floor. 
 
 Of course, nothing came cheap, and after she left her job there was no choice but for him to keep working. The treatments would have left him and her on the street as it did many others. 
 
 Through his little window, he could see the illuminated sign, dazzling with sparkling lights and twirling smiles. The grinning faces dancing across the screen. The words `` Knock, Knock'' were marching on the lower boarder. 
 
 His lift stopped and he walked down the bare hallway wondering what the words mean, and imitating the faces on the screen. 
 
 He would ask her about it when he got home.
