Gemotions

He stared at his reflection in the polished metal door, a stranger staring back. His tie was loosened, his usually neat hair disheveled. Three hours. The lack of movement, the forced immobility, was taking its toll.

"I need to move," he announced, the words more to himself than to his companion. He started pacing the small space, a restless energy building inside him.

The elevator shuddered, and a surge of hope, quickly followed by disappointment, coursed through him. He stopped pacing and rubbed his hands over his face.