“That's a shame,” she replied. “It would look so lovely, but think nothing of it. I was just trying to be... nice.” She just had to keep up this banter until he was out of the lift, and then she could go back to being angry and sulky, or better yet forget all about it and recall yesterday's far more pleasant events.

And then... No. No, no, no, no. Why weren't the doors opening? Why were the lights off? If they were trapped in here... Memories flashed through her mind at lightning speed, of shaking uncontrollably and clawing the walls and screaming so loudly it echoed in her skull until she could hear her own terrified voice even when her throat was too raw to make noise. This isn't happening.

She wouldn't give in to the fears. She was stronger than that. “What's going on?” she asked, voice low and dangerous, all attempts at sarcastic banter gone. “What the hell did you do?”