[ WP ] The character entered an old elevator in a building and pressed down . As you can see from its tiny window , the elevator is still going down . Five hours later , the door opens .

`` Hm, hm, hm... Maybe grab a coffee before going back up to work... And yeah, I'm hungry, I should get a sandwich.'' 
 
 John presses the down button to go to the lobby then out into New York to quickly have his 10am break. Then back to the trading floor it would be. 
 
 He always loved the view from the window giving out on the city. The whole skyline was beautiful, and his favourite moment was going up while the sun was coming up. It made early mornings bearable. 
 
 `` Hm, hm, hm...'' 
 
 Funny, that. The whole sky had a reddish hue to it. But it was n't even close to sunset. John frowned and rubbed his eyes. Nope, the sky was still tinged with red. 
 
 `` How funny.'' 
 
 He moves closer to the window to peer outside. He had the feeling he was going down, but the skyline was n't moving. And the sky was *definitely* turning from blue to red. Shakes his head and sits down, feeling a bit dizzy. 
 
 `` I must be working too much. I'm seeing things.'' 
 
 He dozes off a bit, then wakes up startled. Gets back up in an instant, and checks the floor: the indicator is broken and random numbers are showing. A glance to the window and now the sky is just pure red. 
 
 `` What the f...'' 
 
 John checks his watch. Frozen on 10:01am. But that's not possible, he's been here longer! He checks his phone. 12:30am. 
 
 John just stares at the time dumbly. Two hours and a half in the lift or one minute? Neither makes sense. Oh, and the sky does n't make sense too either, of course. 
 
 `` Call help, yeah, call help.'' 
 
 Press the yellow button. No tone. Press it again. Nothing. God! John kicks the lift doors. The control panel. Then slides down the wall, feeling breathless. 
 
 `` This must be a weird malfunction. Just calm down, think, breathe...'' 
 
 John checks his phone again. 3pm. Ok, now he knows his phone is just acting out and he's just having some weird panic attack. He'll call an ambulance as soon as he reaches the lobby. 
 
 The doors slide open. John gasps for air and stumbles outside - `` Help! I'm having some kind of panic attack!'' - and falls into the arms of a welcoming stranger. 
 
 He looks up. A wide array of razor sharp teeths highlighted by a background of New York burning. Eyes that are pitch black. Red, leathery skin. A demonic smile. 
 
 `` I think you found all the help you need, John.'' whispers the Thing into his ears, forked tongue snaking around his neck.
