Anya's desk was too neat.

That was the last clue, the one that made all the other oddities of the day snap into focus.

She could blame the sheets on allergies, the coffee on a head cold, and the funny smell as she drove on forgetting to get an oil change. The surprising lack of traffic was just a lucky break. The nightmare about falling through an endless void, everyone had nightmares.

But her desk? No one touched her desk.

No one but Anya knew the specific organization system she ostensibly used when she got around to it. It would be one thing if the sprawling collection of 'I'll get to it later' papers and project reports had been squared up and left in place, anyone could have done that, but it hadn't. They'd been sorted and filed. Everything had been dusted and arranged exactly how she liked it.The new monitor she'd been meaning to swap in but never got the chance stood proudly in its place.

Anya pressed the power button then glanced over at her neighbors in the cubicles beside her for someone to chat with until the boot sequence finished. They didn't meet her eyes, already fully focused on their screens.

Something wasn't quite right. This whole day, something was off about it.

"What's going on, Jen?" Her voice came out hushed, the silence heavy. "Did I miss a memo?"

"Project assignments were sent by email." Jen's voice sounded muffled and she didn't look up.

"It's 7:53, Jen, we have a few minutes before we need to start."

"There's no reason to delay."

"Come on, don't you have a few minutes to catch up? We haven't talked since you went on vacation, how was the beach? Did you visit the casino? Tell me everything!"

Jen blinked several times, then slowly clicked three times in sequence before turning up to stare at Anya as though she were the weird one here. "You want me to talk about my vacation?"

"Well, yeah, we've got a few minutes and I haven't seen you in weeks. What did you do, where did you go, do you have pics?"

"I... yeah, I visited the beach."

Anya snorted. "There has to be a better story in there somewhere. You cannot tell me you spent two weeks relaxing on the beach and didn't meet anyone interesting!"

"Your computer is ready for you and I should get back to work."

"Jen, what's wrong? Did Dan try to contact you again? Is Michelle sick? Why are you acting so cold? Is it something I did?"

Jen's typing slowed, then stopped. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, then whirled her chair around and with a sharp push of her legs scooted it close to where Anya stood.

"I can't do this right now, okay?" Jen hissed the words, glancing around as though afraid of being overheard. "I can't... just pretend nothing's wrong and everything's the same."

"C'mere," Anya held out her arms for a hug. "I don't care what's wrong, it's okay if you don't want to tell me."

Jen made no move to get up. She didn't fall into Anya's arms as expected, only stared at her with that wrong expression. "You don't get to prance in here acting like Anya and expect us to all play along."

"But... I am Anya."

"Not my Anya." Jen's voice cracked. "I'm sorry, I can't... can't do this today." She hid her face in her hands. "They said... I thought a replacement would make things better, but looking at you... all I can see are the differences."

Anya backed away, sat down hard at her too-tidy desk, and stared into her broken reflection in the pristine monitor.

Her fingers automatically tapped out the familiar password.

It felt like she was falling all over again.