It was easy enough to get turned around in the hustle and bustle of the bullpen when you weren't really paying attention, but Don was pretty sure this went a little beyond accidentally wandering into the wrong office. It was weird - one second, he'd been headed into his office, reading a wire report as he walked (also not his best idea - he'd seen plenty of interns run headlong into the glass walls that made up eighty percent of the office), and when he'd looked up he'd found himself here instead.

And he wasn't sure where "here" was, exactly. It was nowhere he was familiar with anyway.

Taking a second to backtrack, he tried to find his way back, but quickly realized it was pointless. The Newsroom was completely gone.

"Okay," he said to himself, setting down the wire report - it didn't matter where, he didn't really need it right now. He had bigger problems. Namely that he was pretty sure he was finally suffering a psychotic break. It had only been a matter of time, really, with everything that was going on and how little sleep he was getting. He was just surprised it hadn't happened sooner.

What were you supposed to do when you had vivid hallucinations due to lack of sleep, anyway? Ignore them? Play along? What was the protocol?

With nothing else to do, playing along seemed like his best bet, so he set off down the hallway in search of something or someone familiar.