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[who_is_she]

Tony really, sincerely wished that he'd inquired about what floor of the
skyscraper this company was on before he'd agreed to meet with them for his
father. If he'd known he had to ride three different elevators just to get
to the right floor he would have come down with a sudden illness that
prevented him from traveling.

The plane had been bad enough-- he'd needed to knock himself out with
tranquilizers just to get through it, and he'd still woken up halfway
through, panicking. One thing was sure: he never wanted to fly
internationally again. He was still wondering if he could get his return
flight switched to a freight barge. Several months at sea would be nothing
compared to flying.

The first elevator Tony calls ends up filled with people, and he graciously
lets someone in front of him, saying he'll get the next one. Some of the
people passing by look a little odd anyways, and Tony reasons that if he's
going to have a panic attack in an elevator, he'd rather be alone in the
elevator. Miraculously, the next elevator that comes down is empty, and
there's nobody waiting, so Tony rushes inside and presses the door close
button repeatedly, silently being nobody else to come along as the doors
sluggishly start to close.