Once again in an elevator... it was the second time Annie had ever ridden one. She was so curious about how the thing worked and what exactly kept the heavy metal box from not falling down that for a moment, she forgot being inside it with a handsome man. And then, as her thoughts drifted back to D, everything felt somehow awkward, as if there was some universal law of elevator behavior that caused her to just keep staring quietly at the door. She wasn't even able to turn her head.<br/><br/>When the ride stopped, she realized she still hadn't had time to think about what she really wanted to do. Although, she did want to get rid of this smell... Perhaps all this was enough for one day. Perhaps she should just spend the rest of it alone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>