You were in the elevator. Until the lights unexpectedly shut off. Once they flashed back on, smoke appeared in the corner of the elevator. The smoke dissipated and there appeared… Folly.

“We meet again.”

“‘Friend.’”

You know Folly from your dreams, and in which after several she pointed out you also enjoyed poetry. That led her to force you to read some of her poetry in the dark dream. It’s actually quite good, though you wished she wasn’t so harsh with it. At least she kind of likes you.