"Well, when I got here this morning, other than I visit to drop off some mail... I haven't seen anyone today, I mean any of ya'll. I went right up to my office, and... I stayed up in my office? I... I think I might have even spent some time under my desk? That's strange right? I am right in thinking that's off?"
She certainly had been correct, as far as I was concerned. Cordy's relating of Lorne's unusual reaction to a reading had also struck me as unusual. Adding all that to the wildly irregular happenings in this very office of a few hours ago, and I felt exceedingly justified in feeling suspicious. Of what, and to what end, I was still unfortunately at a total loss.
Sitting down at my desk, I tried to calm myself and clear my mind. Perhaps, I thought, if I could only arrange and order what I knew about the situation I might be able to piece together a solution, or at least, some direction.
Since arriving this morning, I'd felt somewhat scatterbrained-- almost as if I were having trouble concentrating on simple tasks or recalling very recent events. And then there was the one, glaring and infurating example of intolerably unacceptable behaviour. I shook my head, ruefully recalling just how simple and straightforwardly wonderful the day before had been. Away from this office building, away from Wolfram & Hart, things had been all but perfect.
With something of a more pleasant thought giving me a brief respite from my worries, I reached for the phone to give Fred a quick call to thank her for her gift.
((Open to Lilah, then Roger))