Gemotions

The cable snapped, causing a sudden drop that made the two of them flail, but the elevator remained intact, lodged between floors. David, normally the picture of efficiency, could barely stop stammering. Sarah seemed to have changed.

She sat on the floor, legs crossed, hands resting on her knees. The darkness didn't bother her. The complete lack of external stimuli was... freeing.

The cool metal wall behind her was a comfort, a point of solidity in a suddenly chaotic world. She could hear the faint murmur of voices from somewhere, but she paid them no mind. She was content.

The air smelled metallic and stale, but in this quiet enclosure, she felt utterly at peace. She closed her eyes. "This is... nice," she murmured.