You walk over to Amee and she turns and scowls at you.
You: “Hey, how’s it going? And what’s with the scowl?”
Amee: “The restraining order says you’re supposed to be 50 feet away at all times.”
You: “Yeah, I had a good weekend too. Finally got some decent weather here for once.”
Amee: “I feel like you don’t even hear me sometimes.”
You: “I have no idea who this baby shower is for either!”
Amee: “Can you really not tell that I’m eight months pregnant??!”
You: “Sorry, you can catch me up later. I’ve got a tiger problem that I need to take care of.”
Amee shrieks for no apparent reason. You quickly return to where you were before and find that nothing has changed at all.
A group of your co-workers are gathered around a table. There are baby-related balloons tied to a string in the corner. The decorations are all in pink. The baby shower fingerprint guestbook you have been thinking about buying stands out conspicuously, as if for product placement purposes.
To your left is Tricia from accounting and Jeff from sales. To your right is Amee, and that new guy Matt or Mike. In front of you, on the table, is a laser pointer. You also see cake, but don’t get your hopes up because that’s not part of the adventure.