Simon stood, waiting for the elevator, hotel being almost empty at 2 a.m. His concert went without a hitch and he was almost content, violinist dreaming about getting in the bed. Until the loud steps closed up, someone stopping near him. He barely moved his head to look at them, thinking that the face was weirdly familiar, stranger holding the violin case as well. The sudden sound of elevator opening broke his thoughts as they both stepped in.

The elevator suddenly stopped, lights going out.