"I'm closing my factory, forever. I'm sorry". His voice had wavered. Damn. Willy was trying not to show that this was crushing him. The gates were closing. The gap between the iron bars getting smaller and smaller until….Willy turned the microphone off so it didn't pick up his uneven breathing as he tried hard not to cry. It was close to impossible. His factory, his life, his child almost, was closing. Forever. Gone. No more sweets, no more chocolate, his life's work being locked away, never to make another child smile again. He turned and darted inside of the factory as his goggles began to flood with salty tears. He closed the door behind him and slumped against the wall. "Ohhh, what have I done?!" He cried, pulling off his goggles and burying his face in his hands. He slid down the wall until he was sitting.

A little tug on his coat sleeve alerted Willy that Doris was there. Being his secretary, she was one of the few Oompa Loompa who could speak English. "Well?". Willy wiped his eyes and pouted. "Well what?" he mumbled. Doris smiled. "I thought you didn't like mumblers" she said and crossed her arms across her chest. "I don't. Talking so quietly, as of they don't want anyone to hear them. It's absurd! Just talk normally..." he mumbled, again. Doris giggled quietly. She walked and sat next to Willy. "Well? What are we going to do now, huh?" she said and looked up at Willy's tear streaked face. Willy took a deep breath. "Well we'll just...uh…ah…" He looked down. Tears began to build in his eyes again. "I…don't know" he said and let the tears fall. Doris sighed and put a hand on his leg. "Come on Willy, we'll think of something. Don't get so upset." she said and smiled. Willy wiped his eyes in a futile attempt to stem the flow of tears. "How can I not? My life, my factory, everything, it's gone" he said, his voice wavering again. Doris sighed. "It's not gone! Your sitting inside of your factory right now! And, if your life was gone, then I don't think you'd be sitting anywhere at all, do you?" She said, hoping to get a giggle out of the desolate choclatier. She smiled when she did, though the giggle was quiet and rather distorted due to the man it came from having a blocked nose from crying.

Doris stood up. "Come on" she said holding out a minuscule hand. Willy looked at her with giant teary eyes. "What?". Doris sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. "Let's go and get your face cleaned up for one. And, I think, for two someone needs a lollipop, eh?" she asked. Willy smiled, though it was half hearted, and nodded. "Yeah, I think someone does need a lollipop."