THE ELEVATOR

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft metallic sound.

Floor 12.

Only two people stood inside-a man dressed in black and a young woman in a pale dress. They were strangers, yet neither could shake the feeling that they had met before.

As the elevator began its descent, the lights flickered.

Once.

Twice.

Then the floor indicator changed.

Not to 11.

Not to 10.

But to a floor that didn't exist.

The woman stared at the glowing number. Her heartbeat quickened.

The man whispered, "That's impossible..."

And then the elevator stopped.