“Oh, yeah?”
“That’s a question, Mr. Ritter. And yes, it’s what it says.”
“Funny, I didn’t know I had a brother.”
Cecil almost asked if he had siblings but bit his tongue. Bjorn was silent for a long time, then he sighed. “It’s from my mother.” He looked at the screen, turned it away, aiming the glow at the button panel on the wall. There was a yellow one with a bell on it. “She’s angry I haven’t arrived.”
“Doesn’t she know there’s a blackout? Should we press that button?”
“I don’t think a blackout is a sufficient excuse, and yeah, maybe we should.” He got up and pushed the bell button. A faint sound came on somewhere outside. Bjorn sat back down, as close as before, and turned off his phone. “This elevator is super old. I wonder if the alarm is connected to an outer service.”
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