Dwight? Had he just heard her right?

“I’m sorry…you’ve been freaking Dwight? Cuz…kinda gross.”

Her face brightened suddenly, and she giggled.

And then…everything was okay again. He’d made her laugh. He could always make her laugh. He was Jim, and she was Pam, and they were together again. The realization made him smile (despite the disturbing visual in his head).

“No,” she giggled. “Dwight was the one carrying out my little missions. The notes, the pranks, they were all him…he must have…” She trailed off, thinking. “He must have kept that sketchbook…”

“So…you have a whole sketchbook full of these?”