Monday morning the janitor would turn on the current. Until then he was trapped, absolutely alone in the huge office building. Not quite. Besides himself there was a corpse: Bordgris.
He had to get out. No matter what. Never let anyone guess about the elevator. Allow no possible connection to spring up between him and Bordgris. But first-he had to get out.
In a frenzy he flung himself against the door. There was a click. Wild with hope, he forced his fingers around the edge, pulled on the door with all his strength. Slowly, the door began to give.
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