I had to work upstairs. I set up the computer and was standing behind it, on the lower level of the press box, when NSG walked in. He was talking to somebody else and didn’t say anything to me, and then he grabbed a Diet Coke and left. He didn’t come back before gametime. I went downstairs to get a Coke or something in the sixth inning. And NSG was there, but he was sitting on the back row, and he was staring off into space. So [Friend] was manning the computer, in addition to doing the post-game notes. After the game, I make it back to the press box just in time to see NSG pack up and leave. "Hi Molly," he says as he walks by. [New Guy] yells after him: "Are you going back to the office?" NSG answers in the affirmative but doesn’t stop walking. I ask [New Guy] if something happened, because obviously something’s wrong. He shrugs. 

Later, [Roommate] comes back from the clubhouse and says it was weird, because NSG missed the first part of the game, and then just sat on the back row. And [Friend] was stressed because he had to score the game. We all walk back up to the office, and NSG is in his office with the door shut. [Roommate] and I leave a few minutes later. [Coworker] says that she’s actually getting some work done; she’ll leave when "Stressy" leaves. He’s still in his office, typing away at something. 

"Oh, he’s writing a memo," [Roommate] says. 

"That can’t be good," I say.