There were thirty or more. All different sizes, shapes, colors, yet indistinguishably uniform lined up in their rectangular plastic boxes. Some had hair, some with pacifiers, or sucking on tiny hands, some sleeping, others blinking wide-eyed at the fluorescent lights. She wondered about their newcomer thoughts, wrapped in cotton pink or blueness, their first moments of light, the difference in temperature out here than where they came from. Could they yet imagine the scope of the world, all the pain and beauty that was out there waiting for them? Not one of them cried but down the hallway, more screaming.