*isn't sure what to expect (which makes him a little nervous), but definitely didn't anticipate such a... simple opener (and that sends a sharp chill down his spine)*
*blinks once, twice* *takes the stack without hesitation the better to hide the shakes and glances over the top paper once, twice* *is fairly dismayed to realize that it's his handwriting but he only vaguely recognizes the content (when did I write this?)*
*flips to the second page—oh, this he knows* *and it's filled out completely bass-ackwards, he can tell with a single look*
*same with the third page, and the fourth is total gibberish (must have been a bad day), and the fifth has been returned with a big angry stamp in the corner...*
*can only imagine what his expression looks like, but he doesn't dare open his mouth; he's familiar enough with the nausea by now to take its warning seriously* *oh, Eru, page eight was never supposed to be sent out, why did that get his signature...?*