Five Children.

"These are just 263 trophies my Violet has won," a woman with short jaw-length blonde hair was saying, gesturing to a number of trophies behind her with a proud smile on her made-up face.

Willy cringed at the simpering way this woman was acting and speaking, and he was desperately hoping her daughter was not as bad. He was already becoming worried about the tour as it was, he did not want to have to deal with another obnoxious parent after seeing for himself how the Gloops had encouraged Augustus to do nothing but munch his way through life, and the Salts giving into their daughter's demands.

Actually, just thinking of Veruca in the factory was enough to worry him. He would have to hope her parents had taught her some degree of restraint, but he wasn't hopeful…

No matter.

He wasn't interested in this woman, he wanted and needed to know more about Violet. The news of the third ticket being found had reached him when he had been inspecting the inventing room and the chocolate river - the pumps were down, causing a shortage of chocolate to the rest of the production lines, and he'd needed to spend hours inspecting the problem and coming up with solutions. He had just finished when he had heard the news and he'd immediately rushed up here to his apartment to find out more about the new winner.

"I'm a gum chewer," the blonde-haired girl spoke up in a slightly cool voice while she held up her golden ticket which gleamed in the light of the room and from the camera flashes, and indeed while she was speaking she was chewing on a piece of gum, "mostly, but when I heard about these ticket things, switched to candy bars."

Violet's face was replaced by her smiling mother. Once more Willy cringed when he had to see the woman's tanned and made-up face. "She's just a driven young woman. I don't know where she gets it."

Willy groaned out loud and buried his face in his hands. It was bad enough he would have to deal with obnoxious children, but this woman reminded him he would have to handle obnoxious parents once more. He made a mental note to avoid Violet and her mother as much as he could, but it would not be easy. Perhaps it would be better to not be the warm childish tour guide he had planned to be. It was so easy, looking between the pair of them with their similar pink outfits and blonde hair, that Violet Beauregarde was standing next to her own future. Whether she knew it or not or she didn't care, Willy didn't know and didn't care either.

But the question was would Violet be gesturing at her trophies the way this woman was, remembering her past with the same kind of desire to relive it all over again like her mother was?

Willy hated to say it, but he believed she would. It was so sad so many children had their lives plotted out the way this woman had plotted out Violet's life. They did not realise or understand children should decide their own lives.

The camera panned back to Violet, the blonde had turned her head so she could glance at her trophies. Willy had to admit, it was impressive having as many trophies and he wondered just what kind of things Violet did. Surely she didn't think life wasn't all just about competing in major games? Considering the trophies on display it looked like that was precisely how Violet was raised.

"I'm the junior world champion gum chewer. This piece of gum I'm chewing right at this moment I've been chewing for 3 months solid. That's a record!" A light of something like fanaticism bloomed in Violet's eyes, and Willy realised that for this individual child, winning was all that mattered.

While he hadn't even known there were competitions aimed at seeing how long someone would be able to work a piece of ever-lasting gun although looking at it, he guessed it made some sense, Willy was left thinking. Willy had planned out the tour to help him discover a like-minded soul, somebody who would run the factory the way it should be run and would take care of the Oompa-Loompas when he was gone. With her attitude on display, however, there was no way this girl was going to be winning anything.

If this girl inherited the factory from him when he passed on, what would she do with it?

She had treated the search for the Golden Ticket like it was a competition rather than the random treasure race she seemed to think it was.

Could she run the factory, did she have that kind of mind?

Did she have a flair for business, or was her mind just so geared towards winning trophies that only stood on shelves which gathered dust?

Willy wondered if Violet even realised that was all her life was, and for a brief moment he wondered if that was in Violet's future; he had already seen her mother as a model for the type of woman Violet would grow into. But now he pictured her as an old woman, glancing at her medals and trophies, remembering all of the work she had done to achieve them in the first place?

Willy had never been interested in sports, but he knew just how much work some athletes and gymnasts put in their work. But looking at Violet now made Willy ask himself if it was worth it in the long run. He didn't know if this was all she just wanted to be this kind of person for the rest of her life. She didn't seem to realise there was a whole wide world out there, one he had grasped with both hands the moment he had the chance and opportunity; yes, he had only been interested in business, chocolate making secrets, but he had seen a great deal of the world.

This girl…

Somehow, he doubted she would be interested in the Alps, the Great Wall of China, the jungles and cities of India, the Golden Gate Bridge, or the Pyramids of Egypt, or the Amazon river. Not unless there was a competition involved. At the same time, this was just a first impression of the girl, and indeed he couldn't exactly judge all of the children he had seen so far, could he?

Violet's mother spoke up, she seemed to have this annoying need to have everybody's attention fixed firmly on her. "Of course, I did have my share of trophies, mostly baton," she gestured to two batons fixed in a cross on her chimney setting.

Violet spoke again, and Willy couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the smile slightly fade from the mother's face when she seemed to realise nobody really cared about her. It took her long enough, about 2 minutes. The fact she hadn't noticed it showed how desperate she was to try to live up to her old fame. "So it's that one kid who's gonna get this special prize. Better than all the rest. I don't care who those other four are. That kid is gonna be me."

Willy raised an eyebrow at the girl's arrogance and cockiness, still, he had to admire her spirit; he might have issues with how the girl had been raised and how she viewed the world like it was a vast competition for her to conquer, but even he had to admire her commitment. She didn't know - in fact, nobody but himself and the Oompa-Loompas - what the prize was, and she was saying she was going to win it! For a moment Willy wondered if it had even occurred to people to ask what the prize was. There was no doubt in his mind they must have asked some questions or had they just forgotten it all in the mad rush to find a Ticket. As he looked into Violet's eyes through the television screen in his factory apartment, Willy wondered if the other 2 children to find the remaining Tickets would approach the whole search the same way.