Sanitary and blindly white, the dimly lit waiting room was as creepy as any other, yet had this ''superior institute'' feel to it. Several other people were sitting on the chair, mostly Houston workers in need of money, but also some more wealthy people, willing to give their support to science. Chairs are placed along the walls, and old magazines to read are set on the table. A secretary and a nurse are discussing about the schedules, sometimes glancing at the room, as if studying the kinds of candidatures they have in the room. The nurse sighs, until her eyes make contacts with yours. She then slowly walks towards you, a big grin on her face, holding a pad. ''Greetings, what is your name?''
