Go home

"Yeah, I'll be right up. Let me just make a call first, I'll meet you up there." Every signal in your brain is telling you to get out of here, and you have no idea why. You watch until Gwen is inside the building and wait a few seconds more to be sure, then turn on your car and quickly and quietly head home.

You hold your head, "What the hell am I doing?" you wonder, thinking about how work will be awkward for a long while. Well, for the next six months, you suppose. "I guess I don't have to go back to work if I don't want to."

You pull into your driveway and head inside, collapsing onto your bed fully clothed. You fall asleep before you manage to get ready for bed.