Everything is muddled for Charly when she finds herself unexplainably trapped in a freight elevator moving swiftly upward, but one thing is for sure. The three sentences written hastily on a note she found crumpled in her pocket. Get in the box. Get them out. Don't trust WICKED. The only thing stronger than her sense of purpose are her feelings for a certain boy with tousled hair. [NewtxOC]