Blog #3 - The Elevator

After acting unnaturally sociable and sweet for an interminable 15 minutes, I finally got George to reveal
to me what unit Pierre Leclerc lives in.


I smashed the up button and faced our building’s two elevators, eagerly awaiting my arrival to the fourth
floor.


As the doors opened, I looked up into the face of Master Gooway. He was an older, wise man that I knew
of but had never had a conversation with.


I had already prepared myself to speak to one new person, Leclerc, but now I might have to speak to two.
I repositioned the beanie on my head and offered him a nod as I entered.


I began to tap my foot impatiently to the beat of the elevator music. I heard a small sigh from Master
Gooway before the music suddenly cut off.


I swiftly looked up at Master Gooway, shocked by the lack of the incessant music that has defined each
one of my elevator experiences.


Two seconds later, the elevator suddenly halted, our bodies being thrown into each other before we both
hit the floor and were suspended in darkness.


The tornado warning sounded.


I began to panic and I dug around in my bookbag for my phone. Once the flashlight was on, I frantically
searched around for the elevator’s emergency button, hoping George wasn’t preoccupied and could help us.


When I turned my flashlight onto Master Gooway, he appeared surprisingly calm.


“Don’t worry child, we are not going to die today,” he said. “It is not my time yet.”


I eyed him from head to toe until I could determine that he was being genuine.


“How can you be so sure?” I asked.


“I know that we will not die today the same way I know that I will find my son, the same way I know that
we were meant to be on this elevator together, and the same way I know that you and Leclerc will work
together to solve the death of Mr. Evans.”


I was dumbfounded. Figuring out other people was my job.


“...Your son...you said he’s missing?” I asked.


“He’s not exactly missing...more like he was never found,” Master Gooway said.


“I can help! I’m good at finding people!” I exclaimed.


“No child, calm down. Everything is under control, I have it handled now. If I ever need help, I will reach
out but you need not worry. Plus, you have much more important cases to focus on. Working with Leclerc
is the key,” he said.


“Why are you smiling so hard?” I, once again, asked.


“Well you’re going to take my picture aren’t you? For the wall of new people you meet?” he asked with a
knowing glint in his eye.

I simply nodded, grabbed my camera and snapped a pic. I turned off the flash on my phone and leaned back
into the wall of the elevator, my mind spinning over this new encounter as we were plunged back into darkness.

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 10, 2019 at 5:43 AM

    Cleo Valentine came in with him. She looked up at him and he looked down at her.

    Then, the elevator came to a sudden stop. Master Gooway watched Cleo flail across the elevator like people who ride trains and don’t pay attention to when the train is going to start or stop.

    Master Gooway though, had been paying attention. He didn’t flinch. He knew the tornado was coming.

    Cleo looked up to Gooway, frightened. So he comforted her saying, “Don’t worry, we are not going to die here, not today.”

    She asked him how he knew. He told her about his quest to find his child. She offered to help him. He told her to focus on her own quest of finding Leclerc. She asked him how he knew about that. He smiled and she took a picture of him for her wall.

    And then they just sat together, but alone, in their world of darkness.

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