Glenda's office looked exactly the same, the messy papers were still strewn over her desk. Nothing had been cleared away like the other rooms, in fact, my x-ray still hung in it's position on the light box beside her desk. And then I suddenly noticed, that unlike every other room in this building, the desk was not white but wooden, and the chair was not white but black with faded green fabric covering the seat. This room was so out of the ordinary in this place, it was almost like I'd stepped into a dream.
"Glenda?" I called out hesitantly, feeling uneasy.
A noise from behind a large grey cabinet beside her desk, startled me. 
"I told you, I'm not clearing my things until you tell me what's going on." A stroppy voice rang through the room, Glenda's irritation clear as she stepped backwards, her bushy hair popping into view.
"Glenda," I breathed in relief, and then started rambling my apology, "look, I just wanted to say sorry for what I said last night, it was uncalled for. I-"
"Samuel Pace? What in the world? How are you here?" She asked turning to me, her eyes alarmed as they looked over my shoulder, checking I was alone.
"There's no time to explain, but I need your help."