You sigh as you lean back in your chair. Today had been yet another boring day, so far. You remember the first month you worked at this job. Those were some crazy times, what with constant terrorist attacks and the Order trying to turn you into their puppet. But you knew better than to do anything to risk your job; you have a family to feed, after all.

But still, the day's not over yet. You press the button for the loudspeaker outside.

"Next!"

The line moves up ever so slightly, and a middle-aged woman walks into the booth. You begin your usual procedure.

"Papers, please."

Well, she has everything in order, so that's good.

"What is the purpose of your trip?"

"Visiting friends."

"Duration of stay?"

"It'll be two weeks."

Reason checks out, stamp on permit is valid, passport numbers match up-

Oh, hello.

"These names do not match."

"My name was changed recently."

As is procedure, you give her the fingerprint form, and wait. She gives it back about the same time the printout from the MOA comes in. Fingerprints match up-

But not the names.

"There is no record of this name."

"I don't know what to say."

Well, you sure do. You press the button under your desk, and the shutters slam shut while a short alarm plays.

"Wait here," you tell the woman, as you do to every person you detain.

"What is happening?"

You see the guards stay put outside, before one of them shouts, "Out!"

The woman leaves the booth, and is escorted away by the guards.

"Next!"

Again the line moves, and a familiar face walks in. Your face remains neutral, but your voice carries a hint of happiness. "Hello, Jorji."

"Hello my friend!" the bald man returns, giving you his papers. "How are things in Arstotzka?"

"Things have finally settled down, thankfully. I was afraid we'd be going to war with Kolechia, then I'd be out of a job." You scan Jorji's papers while keeping up conversation with him. You can't help but spot a small error on his passport.

"Jorji, this passport is expired."

"What? I could've sworn I just renew it!"

You stamp the passport twice, once for the denial and again for the reason. "Sorry, Jorji."

"Is okay. I come back later with new passport!" He leaves, and you glance at the clock. Almost six, good.

"Next!"

A young man walks into the booth, and you go through the usual yet again.

"Papers, please."

He gives you the papers, except for his passport.

"Where is your passport?"

"They confiscated my passport."

You take out an entry visa and stamp a denial and reason on it, then return his papers. He walks out, and you look at the clock again. You still have about an hour left for today. You could probably process a few more people in that time.

"Next!"

An old man enters the booth, and yet again you do the usual. He has everything he needs, which is good, his reason for staying matches what he said, height and weight match up...

Wait a second, that isn't right.

"The passport says you are female."

"What do you mean?"

"Face the scanner please."

The curtains close, and while the camera flashes a couple times, you go ahead and confirm that everything else is in order with his(?) papers. The photos come back, and it takes all of your willpower to not look visibly disgusted at them. It's not everyday you see women who are balding, or growing a beard. You hurriedly give the passport the approval stamp and give everything back to the woman.

"Cause no trouble."

They leave the booth, and you're about to call in another person-

When a large crack resounds from outside. It sounded somewhere between a gunshot and a crack of thunder. You scan outside quickly, one hand on the key to the gun cabinet, when you see what is probably the source of the noise; a large purple-ish swirling vortex of some kind hovering just above the ground outside the wall. The people in line had already backed away from it, or even just ran away completely. A pair of guards put themselves between the thing and the crowd, guns raised. You went ahead and unlocked your own tranquilizer rifle, too, just in case.

The vortex surged again, and everyone backed away a couple steps. Then, a single form walked out of the vortex. The guards immediately aimed their rifles at it, but soon looks of confusion adorned their faces, which you could see even from here in the booth. And after moving your head to the side a bit, you could see why; the thing that left the portal, or whatever it was, was a somewhat small purple horse with both wings and a horn. You could tell it was female from here. She looked around, equally confused, before nervously waving a hoof at the guards. Due to the silence, you can easily hear that she indeed talked:

"Uh... hi?"

Pandemonium broke out as the crowd started screaming and running. The guards tried to control it, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, you just got up and left the booth, calmly heading back home. Personally, you draw the line at weird horse aliens or whatever the hell that was. You honestly didn't care, because you know that you'll just read about it in the papers tomorrow, anyway. And you generally leave after the entire line runs away in a panic.

Besides, it's six o' clock now, anyway.