The sound of the lift receded and finally a dull clang. She realized the lift had been going up and not down. But what did that mean? Her contact leaving and he was calling the lift up, or someone else arriving and now going up to where he was? Was either possibility a good one? No not really.<br/><br/>The building fell silent again. A momentary ripple in its otherwise stagnant existence. Even the rat seemed disinterested in her plight. Her designer clothes didn't look quite so designer now that there were covered in the dust that covered the walls and drifted from the ceiling every time a Subway train roared by. Only way to find out is to go up. If she uses the lift she is bound to be discovered. Where does that leave her? Taking the stairs.