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From somewhere far away, a door crashed shut and Ralph snapped open his eyes and sat up, disorientated, not a clue where he was.
Slowly, inch by inch his senses returned, consciousness revealing the office. He couldn’t even remember coming into work, all of it just a blank. He forced himself to concentrate, blinking rapidly, bringing it all into focus. He remembered, the mist clearing, arriving early, exhausted after spending a few restless hours on the sofa, made his way to his desk and collapsed across his computer keyboard. He felt sweaty and clammy, his clothes sticking to his neck, his back. He must have looked a b****y mess.
His colleagues were there, some of them working at their computers, the girls moving around, filing, talking. It all seemed as it always did. He rubbed his
