After almost a year of looking for a job because of your disability, you finally find a position in an office. Everything's going well, your colleagues are nice, and the office is set up so that you're comfortable in your wheelchair. One day, you're late and call the elevator but it doesn't come - there's a note saying it's broken down. You sigh and don't know what to do. Your colleague Eida, also late. Walk to you "ah... it's broken."