Wait, what?

Abruptly, you find yourself back in the office elevator with no clear idea how you'd arrived there.

You shake your head, trying to clear the strange fog that seems to cloud your memory of the last few hours. You got up early. Gone for a jog. Breakfast, shower, drive to work. Nothing out of the ordinary and then...? You'd been going somewhere... and you were angry about something? Kevin had been there, or had he?

The more you try and focus, the more the memory, more like a vivid daydream, slips away.

Distracted, you tug absently at your clothes that somehow don't feel quite right. You pull and twist at your skirt trying to adjust it to fit properly, but it won't sit right. It's the same story with your blouse. It's suddenly uncomfortably tight, when just that morning it had been a little loose. Surely you can't have gained weight since breakfast?

Deep in thought, you hardly notice when the elevator doors open with a soft chime and another passenger joins you...