"I'll catch it from Mr. Escue for sure this time!" He thought.
Traffic was very heavy, Harvey was cut off four times as he crept along the freeway in his car.
He changed lanes for his exit, looking over his shoulder like a hunted man. Narrowly missing a
lady talking on her cellular phone as she drove, Harvey made it to his exit and joined the other
cars heading his way. After speeding down a luckily deserted access road, he arrived in the
company parking lot just one minute late. Struggling with his car door he managed to get his
coat tail caught twice. After freeing himself from the car, he stumbled across the lot and into
the building in time to see the elevator doors close as he crossed the lobby.
"Maybe the boss is out sick today. No, isn't today his golf day or something?"
As luck would have it, Mr. Escue was standing in the elevator when the doors opened for
Harvey to enter.
"We start work around here promptly on the hour Bennings! Not ten after as you seem to
believe. If you don't shape up, and do it quick, you be joining the ranks of the unemployed!"
Escue stomped out across the lobby and out of Harvey's view. As the elevator doors closed
Harvey saw a flash of bright light. He was blinded, dizzy, and feeling sick to his stomach.
There was a strange piercing whine in his ears and static seemed to dance all over his body.
Then there came a final lurch, as if he had nudged the elevator controls as he rubbed his eyes
against the blue-white light. The light faded and Harvey was able to see that he was not in the
elevator any longer. Not unless the building's elevator had been drastically redecorated. Not to
mention stretched. The four blank white walls that confronted Harvey were unbroken by any
visible door or window. The lighting was indirect and Harvey couldn't see exactly where it was
"I've either died and I'm in Heaven's waiting room or I've just been kidnapped by aliens."
Harvey turned as he heard some slight sound and saw that he was no longer alone. The
stranger was wearing a white, fancy-dress uniform all spangled with ribbons and medals. In the
stranger's hand was a communicator or remote control that was getting battered into
"Where's the elevator? Where's the door? What's happening? Where am I?" Harvey thought.
"Oh, boy." Harvey groaned in confusion.
Copyright 1996 by Dan L. Hollifield