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Linda heads up in the elevator. She leans against the back wall, watching the little red numbers tick upward. 8, 9, 10, 11, 12…

And then the elevator jerks and stops.

“What the—” Linda says, pressing her floor number, 18, again. The elevator doesn’t budge.

She punches her floor number again once, then twice, then a frantic machine-gun assault.

And the elevator door suddenly slides open.

Linda screams.

It’s a raging inferno. Her building’s on fire. She can see nothing but flames, and their heat singes her face. The fire makes a roaring sound, and it appears ready to lunge at her, cooking her instantly within the oven of the elevator. In desperation she reaches out and hits the close-door button. The elevator doors mercifully slide shut.

She hears the gears shudder back to life. But instead of beginning to climb again, the elevator starts to drop. Good, she thinks instinctively. Get me down to the ground so I can get out. Away from the fire!

But the elevator isn’t descending floor by floor. It’s going far faster than it should be.

“No,” Linda gasps. “Oh, dear God, no!”

The elevator drops and begins to plunge…