I don't know how much time passes. It feels like weeks.

We don't talk much.

We're weak and tired, and what is there to say?

I slip in and out of dreams.

The elevator continues to moves down.

***

The images flicker through my mind.

They are clearer now.

Elevators, shop windows, white floors.

It's definitely the mall.

My mind keeps on coming back to one image; a sign in a window.

Why is this so significant?

I move closer.

I try to read it.

Before I can my reflection sneers at me from the glass.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here, she mouths.