Out of frustration, I banged my head against the wall. Or at least what I thought was the wall, I couldn’t even tell you which way was up.

I pressed my head against the nearest wall and heard mumbling. After further investigation, I realized I had found the elevator doors. Again, I pressed my ear on the doors and listened to what was happening mere feet in front of me. I couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying, it was all mumbles, but I did catch some of it.

Trenta.
..Surgery.
...Emergency.
....Help.
.....Die.

My current least favorite words in the English language.

Out of nowhere, the lights came back on, and the doors opened. I fell onto the floor, half out yet half in the elevator. Blinking repeatedly, I tried to get my sight back into focus. When it finally did, I pulled my feet up just in time for the elevator doors to close shut.

Room 665, room 665, where for art thou room 665?

I looked at the nearest room number – 629. I had a ways to go.