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The elevator ground to a halt with a fairly sickening - and final - crunchy noise. Rae groaned. Myra Z simply sighed and sat down to dig in her bag for her phone.

"I knew we should have taken the stairs," Rae complained, banging once at the elevator's buttons with one hand, as if somehow that would help.

"Can't take the stairs," Myra Z replied, gesturing at her legs with the hand not already dialing Rhyn. "Because trust me, I would if I could."

"Next time, I'll carry you," Rae commented. "If there is a next time. If we don't die here, in this elevator. I can just imagine us being found in, like, two hundred years, skeletons huddled together... dead."

"Fuck!" Myra Z flipped her phone shut. "No signal. You try?"

Nodding, Rae handed the large bag of Chinese takeout she'd been toting down to Myra Z. "Hold this?"

"You know, the fact that Rhyn knows we're bringing dinner helps our chances for successful rescue," Myra Z said flatly. "And if nothing else, we'll die after eating a delicious meal."

"C'mon..." Rae muttered at her phone, pausing only to frown at Myra Z.

"Nevermind that Rhyn isn't the only resident of the building and they all have to deal with the elevator," Myra Z continued. "Rhyn probably isn't answering because he's probably already working on an exciting rescue. When I was over last week, he said he hasn't even been needing to pull, just flip the breaker once and it'll restart."

Almost on cue, the one already-flickering lightbulb in the elevator blinked off.

"Myra..."

"Would you like an eggroll?"

"I'd like to go back in time and take the stairs!" Rae said quickly before dropping to the floor and crawling over to huddle against Myra Z. "The food does smell really good, though."

"Mmm-hmmm... And if you'd taken the stairs, I'd be stuck in here all alone with all this food," Myra Z noted. "I'm not sure I'd mind not being rescued right away, since I do rather like everything we all ordered."

"Are there even forks in there?" Rae questioned, bumping her hand against the bag.

"Chopsticks."

"That is not going to work in the dark," Rae replied.

"Won't be much longer, anyway..." Myra Z sounded less confident than previously. "I think."

They sat in silence for a few seconds, which felt more like minutes or hours.

"Okay... That was the cue for the lights to come back on and this thing to start moving," Myra Z noted. She began to drum her fingers on one of the take-out cartons.

"I'll try calling again," Rae said. There was a pause and the tell-tale sound of a cell phone hitting the elevator's metal floor. "Fuck. I... don't know where that went."

"Try looking?" Myra Z suggested. "I'm sure two seconds after you find it, the lights will come back on and we'll start moving."

"Haha, very funny."

"It'll give you something to do?"

"Point."

Twenty seconds later, Rae found her phone.

Twenty-two seconds later, the lights came back on and the elevator started to move.