Evan takes the stairs three at a time. He can hear Robert's footsteps echoing several floors above. "Slow the elevator," Evan shouts, "Make it stop on every floor."
"Yes, sir," Robert shouts back.
Evan glances at the painted sign on the wall: 22nd floor. He's panting with effort, and there's a stitch in his side. He's dizzy, and his forehead aches. If I don't catch her now, I never will, he thinks. There's no way I can compete with an elevator.
He runs into the lobby and pounds the call button, hoping he's not too late. The elevator dings and the doors slowly slide open. Avery calmly meets his eyes. Evan steps onto the threshold and spreads his arms across the doorway. A man in the elevator coughs.
For the first time, Evan notices that Avery's not alone. A young couple stands to the left side of the elevator. The man scowls at Evan and protectively wraps an arm around his petite girlfriend.
"Get out!" Evan roars.