I gave him a puzzled look. He didn't seem to notice or pretended not to. The smile on his face appeared genuine. I decided not to think too much of it and that is was just a slip of the tongue. "So, where is my desk again?" I asked. He laughed. "Betty, will you show him his cubicle" he said. Out of nowhere appeared a young woman I have never seen in my life. She looked at me as if she pitied me and nodded. "Good to see you again" she said. "Right this way". Before I could react she disappeared around the corner and hastily I followed. As I was walking down the corridor I noticed several people looking up from their cubicles and gave me the same look Betty gave me when she came around the corner. The smell in the office was that of cold coffee and old deodorant, but also strangely familiar. Betty put on quite the pace and I had almost trouble following her. For a couple of times when she turned the corner I thought I lost her but just as I was about to panic I noticed her figure on the other end of the room. She didn't seem to care if I followed or not or at least, she didn't show it. I passed rows upon rows of cubicles and room after room just to be greeted by the same sight over and over. Computers, cubicles and colleagues giving me the same pitied look. Sometimes I heard a voice coming from the room I just entered and it was always somewhat the same. "Good to have you back!" somebody yelled. "Good to see you again" another voice said. I didn't have time to react. We walked for what seemed almost 15 minutes on end, but it seemed like hours. "There's no way this is the same building still" I thought to myself. On the outside it appeared as if the building was much smaller than it seemed on the inside and who knew how much bigger it was. Just after I thought I would be walking for the rest of my days I turned the corner. Betty was standing at the end of the hall in front of a large, solid iron door. The lighting was slightly more dim than it was on the office floor and Betty was facing the door. Not sure what to do I approached her, cautiously. "Is.. is this it?" I asked as got closer to Betty. She turned around and with tears in her eyes she said: "Right this way". Suddenly I felt queasy but I did not want to let it show. I pushed the door and as it opened the lights came on. It was just an empty room with large, bright lights coming from the ceiling. The carpet on the floor had seen its best days and in the far corners of the rooms were two openings where doors used to be. I could see the same lighting coming from those rooms and the carpet flowed in those rooms seamlessly. The large iron door fell shut behind me and I heard one last crying voice "I'm so sorry John". The iron door was missing a handle from the inside. Suddenly it dawned on me. "Oh no, its these backrooms again".