He awoke with a sudden start. His head was spinning and he almost didn't make it to the wastebasket to deposit some of last night's stomach contents. He sat for several minutes, the basket between his legs, his head resting against the connecting door to the other room.

"Oh my God" he managed to say after a few dry heaves and a whiff of his own creation.

"What's wrong with me?" He thought. Then he suddenly remembered…the night before.

"Oh my GOD!" He leapt up quickly almost spilling the contents of the can but was forced to sit back down on the bed because of the intense feeling that the room was moving. "I really do have a sensitive system," he commented to himself.

Josh got up a little slower this time and made his way to the shower. "I have got to see her but I don't think I can go like this." He stood in the cold stream and tried to formulate a plan. He could not come up with anything. "What have I done?" he thought. Desperate to see her, he shut off the water and pulled open the curtain. It is only then that he realizes he has no more clean towels.

"This isn't shaping up to be such a great day." He glanced to the filled wastebasket as he reached down to a pile of old damp towels in the corner of the bathroom and cringed as he wraps it around his waste.

He looked like hell. His hair, which he had been keeping shorter lately, was overgrown and sticking up around his head. His whiskers too were overgrown and gray and his eyes were red from the emotional events of the night before. He took a deep breath and rubbed his hand over his head in an effort to calm the curls.

Five minutes later he is out the door and heading to the elevator bank. He is wearing jeans and a navy sweatshirt; his dark sunglasses complete the look of a total morning after drunk. He steps on the elevator and rides down one floor to where Donna was staying. He suddenly remembered that he didn't even know what time it was. His crappy watch was no help; he had lost track of what time zone they were in like 4 states ago. He decided he didn't care, he had to see Donna.

He began knocking lightly on her door at first. "Donna?…Donna?"

The lack of an answer led him to knock a little harder until he was literally pounding on her door. His need to see her overtook the urge to give his still slightly inebriated mind a break from all the noise. "DONNA?"

The panic in Josh's voice and body reached an all time high as he continued pounding on her door and shouting in the hotel hallway: "Open up I need to see you. I'm sorry Donna and I am a jerk and I don't care if you slept with Will. I don't care! I want you to sleep with me if you'll have me and if you won't then please just be my friend and be my co-worker and be with me. Donna be with me!"

Josh stopped pounding and was practically crying against her door as he heard the room behind him open. He turned to see Will and a blond standing in the room behind him.

"Josh? What the hell are you doing? Could you please shut up and stop making a fool of both yourself and the Santos Campaign?"

"Donna" Josh yelled eagerly looking past Will and into his room. He skipped past Will pushing his arm off of the doorframe and entered the room failing to see the look of confusion on Will's face. Josh was grabbing the hands of the blonde before anyone knew what was happening and the moment Kate Harper looked up to meet his glance Josh felt nauseas again.

"Oh my God". He sighed, the excitement of seeing who he thought was Donna replaced by total dread. "It's you."

"Josh, please don't be offended and don't think I am going to interfere with the campaign, it is just personal between me and Will and we will keep it professional to the public." Kate misinterpreted Josh's odd behavior as a political agenda, since that was the only mode she ever saw him in.

"No" Josh said, closing his eyes and letting go of Kate's hands. He stumbles to sit down on the rumbled bed. Will has closed the door and put on his glasses although he is still dressed only in the boxers and undershirt he answered the door in.

"Josh?" He asks, waving a hand at robe clad Kate to let her know that it was alright. At least he hoped it was alright.

"no, No NO!" Josh stated shaking his head and then dropping it into his hands and lowering it between his legs he asked to no one in particular: "What have I done?"

"Josh, you said Donna. Did you think that Donna was in here? Did you think that I was sleeping with Donna?" Will asked tentatively knowing that he was on a sensitive subject.

"Uh huh" Josh confirmed, his answer sounded as if he was dying.

"And you were ok with that?" Will asked incredulously, "that she might be in here?"

"No, Will obviously not." Kate answered for Josh, "Hence the banging on the door at 6:45 in the morning and the shouting that she should sleep with him."

Josh was too upset to be embarrassed and he felt he must confirm what he already knew to be true. "Last night, in the convention center…downstairs…you two…you were kissing in the hallway." He almost couldn't get it out.

"Yeah, Yeah we were" Kate said "And it was entirely my fault."

"Hey, I didn't mind it" Will jumped in to try and protect the lady.

"I…I thought it was Donna." Josh whispered more to himself then either of the innocent victims in the room. "I thought it was Donna and that she chose you!" He now glanced up at Will with a look of terror in his eyes.

"What did you do?" Will asked, fearful of where this was going.

"Well, I fired her…and you." Josh stated matter-of-factly. He rose from the bed patting Will on the shoulder and nodding. Will, for the first time, caught a whiff of the alcohol emanating from his pores.

"Oh." Will tried to follow Josh's lead and pretend what he was saying was not the least bit embarrassing. "Then what did you do?"

"I think it is pretty obvious that I went back to my room and got drunk, Will!" Josh shouted this last part out of annoyance before realizing that he was really only angry with himself. In a softer tone he turned to both Kate and Will: "I'm…I'm sorry to have bothered you. Really."

Curiosity getting the better of her Kate asked, "What are you going to do now?"

Josh pulled a room key out of his back pocket and stated, "I am going to check on Donna."

"If you had the key all along what was up with the knocking?" Will asked quizzically.

"I thought you might be in there." Josh's bitter statement made his face turn green for the hundredth time that morning. He turned and let out a resentful chuckle as he threw open Will's door and inserted the key card into Donna's. Third times a charm and as he pushed the door open into her darkened room Josh's head hung in despair as he realized her bed was empty and her closets were bare. Donna was gone.

"What have I done?" He asked the darkness.