The elevator stopped somewhere between the 35th and 36th floors. After 15 minutes had passed he finally looked at her and said, "Isn't this something?" She replied, "I would prefer if we didn't speak." As the night fell and the rain began to fall and the night staff replaced the day staff he decided to sit, to slide down the side of the elevator onto the ground, even though he knew it made him look weak.
After two days had passed and no one had come she said "Perhaps it would be okay if we were to talk," but by then he had forgotten how.