Amy talks to the desk clerk

Amy walked up to the main desk in the lobby of the building. She saw him every morning, often said hello, but didn't know his name. As she approached, she smiled nervously, waved, and said a quiet, "Good morning."

The clerk said, "Well, hello! Always nice to see you here."

She looked at his name badge. W. Anderson. "Good morning," she said again. "Mr. Anderson. It's great to see you." She looked at him, around him, and past him, still on high alert for clues.

Mr. W. Anderson looked back at her. "You can call me Will. W stands for William. Will."

Amy smiled. "Okay, Will. Hi. Will. I'm Amy."

"Great to see you, Amy. As always."

Amy glanced around. Okay, she thought. World is normal. This building is normal. W. Anderson is normal. I'm the only one who feels weird. She sighed, and then smiled. "Great to see you too, Will. Have a beautiful day!"

Her mood shifted quickly, and as she waved her security card at the turnstile and headed toward the elevators, she almost completely forgot about the man in the blue suit.