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Charlie's office rolls around in circles behind dancing black spots as Don staggers backwards. He hits the door frame and steadies himself.
"Oh, Don! Oh!"
Don puts his hand to his face and tries to shake off the blow, but she hit him hard.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't realize that was you at the door!" Amita cries excitedly, reaching hesitant hands to his shoulders, afraid to touch him.
"Yeah," Don croaks. He clears his throat and looks at the book she dropped to the floor. "Is that, what, the biggest book in this office?"
Amita shrugs sheppishly. "Yes, actually," she says weakly. "I'm really sorry, Don."
Don shakes his hand in front of her. "Don't worry about it. Hey, look, have you seen Charlie? I could use a little help with something."
Her face falls and Don squints at her as he pushes against his nose to see if it's still there. Instincts finally break through the shock of being slammed in the head. "Amita, why're you waiting at the door to hit someone with a book?"
She's going to cry. "I was going out to my car when some man approached me, and he was asking me all these personal questions that made me really uncomfortable and then he grabbed my arm! I hit him with my laptop and ran back here and Charlie was-"
Don cut her off. "Amita, Amita," he says as he steadies her arm and cuts off her frantic rambling. "Where's Charlie? Amita, where's Charlie?"
Amita sniffles and points out the door. "He went after him."
Don's stomach suddenly hurts more than his head.