Number whatever in the series. I'm in a foul mood, excuse my blunt replies.
The day was always bland, full of the same annoying rituals, the most pathetic attempts to get out of them, and a tasteless lunch from the cafeteria that literally burned your taste-buds off.

The clouds always seemed blotted out by rain clouds, and everyone was tense. No one dared to push Hawkeye's buttons, unless they wanted to die from her stone look. The woman was like Medusa from the myths…

That was… until the Sun itself walked in, the center of his universe. Whenever Ed appeared, the clouds parted, the tension lifted, and the routine of pleasure began once again.