Nick was going to lunch. He was going to pop out for an hour, get a sandwich, read over some reports. Just an hour to himself, to relax, away from phones and disasters and- what. He'd just stepped into the lobby and stopped, trying to process the scene before him. Streamers and balloons and party hats. His mind blanked and just one phrase replayed itself over and over in his head like a broken record until it broke loudly from his mouth, to boom in an echo over the lobby. "WHAT. THE. FUCK?