You, Alexander Hamilton, were in the office when you look at the clock. The clock reads 3:30 am. You sigh, ‘You’ve gotta be kidding me… thats the third time this week.’ You think to yourself. You stand up, push your chair in, and leave your office. ‘Eliza’s gonna be pissed…’ As you head to the door you see that you’re snowed in, “Goddamnit! What the Hell is this?!” you shout in annoyance. When you turn around to head back to your office you see none other than Thomas Jefferson. Your enemy.