Gemotions

He felt the sudden jolt as the elevator lurched, the lights dimming and then dying. “Well, this is just great,” Sarah muttered, but her stomach had already begun to clench. Inside, the air began to thicken, heavy with the stale scent of metal and forced air. James mumbled something about calling for help.

Sarah immediately stepped forward, placing a hand on the control panel, her fingers finding every surface and crease. She examined the small digital display, noting the floor number. She needed every little bit of information. James was a mess, leaning against the back of the elevator, sweating. She didn't have time to deal with his anxiety.

She moved to the side of the elevator, and ran her hand along the wall, feeling for a seam, a crack, anything that might offer an advantage. Her brow furrowed. She wasn't going to let this slow her down. She would take action. She had to.