Foreman sat at the conference table going through his flash cards for the third time that day. Chase looked up from his crossword puzzle, chewing absently on the end of his pen. "I'll, uhh…be right back." He said.
"Yeah." Foreman replied. "Hey, could you grab me a soda from down the hall?" He tossed Chase a dollar.
"Sure," Chase said, and quickly headed for the door.
He had been gone almost thirty minutes when Foreman finally decided to make sure he hadn't gotten lost in the nurse's lounge again. As he stood waiting for the elevator, the door opened.
"Foreman?" Chase asked loudly.
"Where have you been," he replied, looking up.
Thwoiiing!
Chase shot him square in the forehead with one of those suction-cup darts. "Tag, you're it," he said with an idiot grin.