Gemotions

The world outside the elevator seemed a lifetime away. Michael slumped against the wall, a wave of despair washing over him. He felt strangely lost. His colleague, Carol, seemed at ease, humming a song. He wished he had her strength.

"Anything?" he asked, feeling the familiar pull of needing someone to take charge. He felt like a ship without a rudder.

Carol shook her head, still smiling. He watched her, wishing he could emulate her calmness. "Want me to try the button again?" he offered, even though he knew it wouldn't work. It made him feel slightly less helpless.