The voice that had almost certainly been out here in the corridor was growing distant once more. “Where are you?” It questioned.

Further and further the voice went, like someone running but in the wrong direction—the direction that would get them nowhere.

“Are you coming? Say something.”

This voice, this woman was lost. Or maybe you were lost. Either way, she wasn’t in the corridor anymore. Instead, she sounded somewhere on the floor above?

“Come find me!”