6 Double-R

The elevator speakers sang "pina colada" softly, as i watched the display grow from floor one to floor three. I heard the 'ding' of the elevator door openeing behind me. I turned around, and walked out, through the doors to be greeted with a hallway.

There was nothing truly special about it: the walls were painted in a warm vanilla color, a black rug covered the entire flooring of the hallway, medigating the echoes that would definately reverberate like crazy, otherwise. The peculiar thing of the corridor, though, was the singular door at the end. A plain, oak wood door with metal lettering on it read 'R. Riordan'.

As i begun walking towards the door, thoughts started making their way to my mind. Why was i doing what Jacksson told me, anyways? Why was i meeting with this 'double-R' person anyways? Who is he, and does he know anything of what happened at the prison? The most important question, though: Where was Jack? The paper said something about him allegedly escaping, as well. Was he somewhere in the city, as well?

I decided to push these thoughts and questions for later. I looked up at the door again. It was still on the opposite end of the corridor. I shrugged, figuring i had stopped walking sometime when my train of thought trailed off, so i shook my head and took a step towards the door.

As i took a step forward, the door seemed to trail backwards, like i was on one of those moving sidewalks in an airport. I commited to a slight jog, thinking the hallway probably just was longer than i first anticipated. But, the farther i jogged, the further the door seemed to move away. I stopped, catching my breath. My time in prison didn't seem to do much good for my endurance. The door seemed even farther away now than it was in the beginning, somehow. I looked behind me in confusion, I was just barely a meter away from the elevator doors, where i started.

"Okay" I muttered, "that's not trippy at all. . ."

I was thinking about going back down the elevator, maybe jump off a building to see if this was all real, or if i would somehow sprout wings like in a dream. But before i could decide, the door at the end of the hallway opened. A man stepped out, his head still looking back through the door, talking to someone.

"I'll be back in a minute hon, I'll jut be off to-" His voice altered, as he turned around to see me a few meters away. He looked at me as if my face was making him remember something which were no doubt about the news - I was about to run because I did not want a scene. But then he got a strange type of surprising looks, recognition.

"Well hello there, you must be the girl. We've been expecting you for quite some time now! He offered me his hand for a second before just plainly grabbing my hand to shake it. Me being ADHD, I was so truly polite to blurt out:

"What's up with your Hallway?"

The man was wearing a casual navy-blue t-shirt, a brown leather jacket and a pair of jeans. His salt and pepper hair gave him a college proffessor vibe. He looked around forty, but he had that gleam in his eyes that made him seem either older or younger.

Either the man didn't seem to hear my question, or he decided to ignore it, as he turned his head back toward the still open door and raised his voice.

"Actually, honey, i think the grocery store will have to wait a bit. Could you come here?"

There was silence for a moment. Finally, I heard footsteps heading towards the door, and a woman turned the corner and through the door. She had brown hair reaching down to her shoulders, wearing a simple black dress that hugged her slim frame, hanging down towards her knees. The woman cocked her head to the side when she saw me next to her husband.

"Who's this" she asked. The man looked at me, weighing his words to his wife.

I, personally, was plenty freaked out at this point. One second I'm being executed. Next, i find myself in a dark alleyway, with a correction officer, who led me to this random mans weird home. Now, i was stuck in some sort of infinity-hallway, being regarded by a random man - who's initialls are RR - and his wife. For all i know, this was just a halucination caused by the last few sparks of life i had before i faded into oblivion.

"I believe this is the girl we were expecting from that prison explosion in Chicago, remember?" The man said, stepping closer to his wife. A look of understanding and confusion crept on the womans face.

"You mean that explosion about seven months ago? This is that same girl?" Wait, seven months? I out for seven whole months! My head started spinning at the revelation, but before i could think of it further, the woman spoke again, gesturing behind me.

"Who's her friend?"

I looked behind me, at the elevators. I hadn't realized it had opened once more, revealing the answer to one of my questions: it was Jack.