pictures of a city, pt 4

When we first got on the elevator, it went down one floor. It didn't stop, but after that we didn't know where we were; the floor display simply went out. We rode, further and further down, longer than should have been possible. When we finally lurched to a halt, it was no surprise that the door opened on a lobby that bore no resemblance to the one we'd left, or even to the building that we had started to doubt we were still in. We didn't get out, and after a long couple of minutes, the doors closed and we went up again. We stayed in the elevator as it stopped at floor after floor, each one seeming like a completely different building. We knew we'd eventually have to get out, but for then, we watched and waited.