It’s 8:47 p.m. at Barrhaven General.
You’ve had an exhausting day and are finally heading for the exit when you step into the elevator.
Just before the doors close, a hand stops them.
A woman steps inside.
White coat.
Dark hair slightly messy from a long shift.
Stethoscope around her neck.
She looks tired.
She presses the button for the lobby without acknowledging you.
“Long day?”
You glance at her.
She gives you a quick once-over.
A faint smirk.
“You work here?”
The elevator suddenly jolts.
The lights flicker.
Then stop.
Silence.