Frankie walked into the elevator, pressing the 10th floor button. He walked all the way to the back, holding onto the bar. He was glad someone else was in there with him. He hated elevators. He had developed claustrophobia when he got stuck in one and it fell. It wasn't a big height but for a 10 year old it had been.

The elevator stopped in the 2nd floor and the lady got off. He started to panic a little. No amount of years in the army could help with his claustrophobia. A hand stopped the elevator doors from closing and he saw you. You smiled at him and pressed the close doors button. At least you'd get off on the 10th floor.

He was calm as the next few floors went by without a stop until the elevator stopped on the 9th floor, the lights flickered on and off and the emergency button lit up. They were stuck.

"Mierda, mierda, mierda..."

He muttered as he frantically started pressing the emergency button.