dream stood tall in the elevator; he could feel his pulse quickening in anticipation of what was to come. the metal box seemed to be moving slower than usual as if it were mocking his impatience. finally, the doors slowly opened.

and there, standing right in front of him, was george - his arch-nemesis. george's eyes narrowed in recognition, and for a moment, neither of them moved or said a word. it was as if time had frozen, and the two of them were the only ones left in the world.

his face twisted into a self-satisfied expression as he took a few steps towards him. his body language exuded a sense of confidence as he leaned against the wall, his hand resting on the handle. he spoke with a tone of amusement, his words dripping with sarcasm. "well, well, well. what a surprise to find you here," he said, emphasizing each word.