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Drip by drip, inch by inch. There will come a soft rain, and there will come a hard one. Someone would come for her, Jim would come looking for her. And even if he didn't, she'd be fine. Elevators malfunctioned all the time, that's why they had emergency buttons.
They don't work
The phone doesn't work
There's nobody out there
and she's all alone she's all alone
she died alone and he'll be all alone
and it's not fair it's not
fair she couldn't breathe
Inch by inch, foot by foot. She tried to ignore the water pooling at her feet, filling her shoes. It wasn't that much, not really. She could lie to herself for days if she needed to. The elevator had stopped, she didn't know why. The storm maybe. She'd just wanted to move her car. The elevator had stopped.
Foot by foot. Water in the lights. Darkness. For land's sake, someone had to know she was down her. Everyone had seen her go! Surely, someone had been sent to check. Surely, someone would get her out of here before...before nothing. Everything would be fine.
she died alone and he'll die alone
and they'll all leave him and it's not fair
he's nice he's good and he couldn't save her
She could lie to herself for days.
Water down the walls, a slow cascade. Jane would be okay. Harry would be okay. They were good kids, barely gave her any trouble, and Jim was a good father. They were better than she deserved, better than anyone deserved, and they'd be fine. She could lie to herself for days and oh god she didn't want to die not like this not in here not alone oh god oh god
Help
Help
he should have been with her
she died alone
Water in her clothes, water in her mouth. Water, weighing her down. She can't breathe, and she wants to. So badly, she wants to. This is goddamned fucking ridiculous, as Jim would say, and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears.
Faster
Faster
Slower
Slower
Going
Going
Gone
Only darkness. Only darkness and water and metal. There's nothing left here but the things that float.