The other night I had a dream even crazier than Mr. Chair’s crazy dream

Mexico bought back most of Arizona from the United States. It came out of the blue, some backroom deal worked out on the sly. Nobody quite knew who orchestrated the sale and neither side was talking. The terms of the deal weren’t released, neither was the time scale. More importantly, why did Mexico want to buy back part of Arizona? And why did the U.S. sell off most of it’s 48th state?
All that was really known was that suddenly one day the lower two thirds of Arizona - including Phoenix and Tucson - was once again part of Mexico.
Terrible confusion ensued. Was the Mexican portion of Arizona now a Mexican state called Arizona, or did it lump in with Sonora? Was the remaining part of Arizona still a U.S. state called Arizona, or was it absorbed by another state?
Was Phoenix now the capital of Sonora? Was Flagstaff now the capital of U.S. Arizona?
What became of the federal buildings? Were they to be like U.S. embassies in Mexico, or were they appropriated for use by the Mexican government? Did the city and county government structure remain the same?
I was assigned to interview police and find out specifically what would become to those people in jail waiting trial. Were they freed? Were they still subject to trial, but prosecuted by Mexican government? What if they were accused of something that was not illegal in Mexico? I was working out of some cafe, trying to call sources with a cell phone and not having much luck. The deadline was looming.
Finally, I just got so fed up with all the damn confusion I decided it really wasn’t worth the trouble and I crossed the new border illegally and headed off for New York.