"Unconfirmed reports from the Rikkers Islands say one of their inmates has escaped and may be nearby," Amy Batts' car radio DJ reported. "Great. Another thing to worry about," Amy thought as she parked her car in the garage. “The prisoner who escaped was said to have a distinctive tattoo on his right hand. It's supposed to be a snake wrapped around a young girl,' the DJ was saying as Amy parked the car. It was nearly 8:30 on a Tuesday night at the Smith & Johnson law firm. At the tender age of 25 Amy landed an internship at the New York law firm. It was fantastic! He's had a chance to help the lawyer with cases (mostly by doing research, but hey, it'll look great on a resume). Aside from his footsteps, which echoed in the parking lot, the place was deathly quiet. If he hadn't forgotten an important law book he wouldn't even be there. Amy felt her heart pounding as she approached the elevator. “Don't worry, Batts,” she told herself. “It's not like you're the only person here.” Which was true, many lawyers burned the midnight oil at Smith & Johnson, working hard to prove their case. However, he was hesitant in front of the elevator. Amy has always feared elevators. Who could blame her? Think about it for a minute. You enter a steel cage. You are cut off from any help. You don't know anyone else in the elevator. Yet she remained there, forced to decide between her faithful stairs or the cold metal elevator. “There's nothing to be afraid of,” Amy told herself. “It's just an elevator. There have been reports of robberies on the stairs. The elevator is safer,' he rationalized as he pressed the button to summon the steel box. The doors opened with a bang, and Amy had to take a step back to escape the glare of the lights. Then, very timidly, she stepped into the death trap, and watched the doors slam together behind her. His work area was on the 25th floor. Taking deep breaths, Amy looked at herself reflected in the mirror like doors. Her long blonde hair was slightly messy and there were bags under her dark brown eyes. She was all alone. “This isn't that bad,” Amy thought as the elevator slowly resumed.