Gemotions

The emergency lights flickered, painting shadows across the inside of the elevator. Clara bounced on the balls of her feet, a tiny tremor of excitement running through her. "Well, this is an adventure, isn't it, Mark?" she chirped, her voice light and bubbly. She reached out and poked his arm.

Mark, usually a picture of stoicism, looked utterly bewildered.

"Don't worry," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We'll be out of here in a jiffy. In the meantime..." She winked, then proceeded to start clicking the call button repeatedly, humming a ridiculous tune. She leaned against the wall, kicking her heels against the metal, enjoying the thudding sound.

She was already brainstorming silly games they could do to pass the time. Maybe charades? Or a storytelling competition where they had to make up the most outlandish narrative?

She grabbed Mark's tie and started fashioning a little puppet, wiggling it in front of his face. "Hello, Mr. Serious Pants," she said in a high-pitched voice, then burst out laughing.