My ten-person cube is empty today, except for me and my cubie and sparring partner
Kev, and he leaves at noon. When I was in the elevator, the panel over the floor indicator lights had been flipped open, yet they still lit up, making it seem as if physics had been inverted. As I passed, I noticed, on the security desk, a binder emblazoned with a logo featuring the word "Pompeii."
This cannot bode well.