Feeling renewed upon waking the next morning, we decided to visit the reservoir after breakfast. We ordered room service to pack us a lunch, then dressed in jeans and tees. Backpacks slung over our shoulders, we got into the elevator, which engaged with a clunk, shuddered downward, and jolted to a stop just short of the second floor.
We stood in silence for a couple seconds before I hit the alarm button, which sounded loud enough to wake the town. Then it stopped and a voice came over the tiny speaker. “Problem?”
“We’re stuck in the elevator between the second and third floors,” I said. “Get us out.”
“How odd,” said the voice. “We’ve never had that happen. We’ll get someone right on it.”
“How long will it take?” I asked.
The voice didn’t reply.
Ray put a hand on my shoulder, kneading
