"Zoey. Zoey? Earth to Zoey," Joan's voice rang through the conference room.

"Huh?" Zoey mumbled, sitting up straighter in the cream-colored rolling chair and dropping her hand from her face. She'd zoned out with her chin propped on her palm. The song still 'played' in repeat in her mind.

"Oh, good, you've decided to grace us with your awareness," Joan remarked. She crossed her arms over her chest. The smart watch bobbed from the swift up motion. "Tobin has suggested an upgrade to our watch. Tobin?" Joan seemed sarcastically amused (was that a thing that could happen?) and as if she was humoring him. This has got to be good.

Tobin did not seem to notice Joan's expression or tone. He leapt from his own rolling seat, which sent it backwards. "Okay, dudes and dudettes, sugar crashes majorly suck, am I right?" Tobin started out. He paused for effect. "Time after time…"

While listening, Zoey shifted in her seat. She moved the swivel seat back and forth – back and forth. "Wait? What did you say?" she asked. Her eyebrows arched so far up onto her forehead it caused a slight tension headache.

"I said time after time?" he replied, a clear look up confusion crossing his face at the panic that felt like it had settled on Zoey's face (she didn't know, but she could feel it happening). "Is that against the law?"

"Nope. Not at all. Carry on…" Zoey mumbled. Okay, this was getting a little weird. What was going on? Why did it feel like that song was starting to follow her? "I'm all ears."

"Extraterrestrial Zoey, nice mental image," Tobin quipped with his usual grin. "Thanks."

"Tobin, we don't have all day," Joan growled as she drummed her fingers on the desk. "I have to go meet with the head of the Sixth Floor and you know how much I hate the Sixth Floor."

Pretty much everyone nodded. A few groaned. Zoey watched this all with a confused expression. She may have worked here for awhile, but had no idea about the rivalry between the floors. Tobin continued his spiel, which prevented any questions about this missed bit of office gossip.

"So, sugar cashes after a hard workout totally suck. You get light headed and extra sweaty and you can't think about anything but a mega, stuffed cheeseburger with all the goods. The lettuce, the onions, the peppers, the double-cheese, the bacon, the avocado," Tobin continued. Joan glared at Tobin as he rattled off that grocery list of a hamburger fixings. "Yeah, and you don't want to take an energy drink or electrolyte water with you. It's too 1990s if you ask me. It's too much bulk to carry."

The music started playing her head. Her coworkers were swaying in their seats. They were raising and lowering their hands in time with the music on Zoey could hear. "Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new," Zoey sang. Her coworkers echoed 'confusion'. "Flashback, warm nights almost left behind. Suitcases of memories, time after..."

"Tobin, I think we need to wrap this up. Zoey seems to be having her own sugar crash," Joan remarked. She stared at Zoey, clearly concerned. "Are we done with this little singing interruption?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Zoey whispered, nodding. She pressed her lips together and stared at Tobin as she tried to ignore everyone staring at her. It felt like they were trying to bore through her skull by using their eyes. "Sorry."

"The answer is gumballs. Not any gumballs, but gumballs that have all the goods you need to perk right up! You know how people will get them? Not from gym bags or the welcome counter at the centers. No. No. That would totally not be cool. The watch will pop one out with a touch of a button."

"Um, how? Do you know how big the watch would have to be to fit more than two gumballs? I don't think people will want to carry a gumball machine on their wrists, Tobin. Interesting though, but I think you need to go back to the drawing board," Zoey admitted. "You might be onto something with the gumball idea, though. Just not attached to the watch."

With the meeting seemingly over, she grabbed her tablet and hurried out of the room. She didn't even stop when Max called her. Zoey did notice the concern. "I'll be back at one. Lunch with dad…" she mumbled, getting on the elevator.