[ WP ] You are alone , with no hope of rescue , trapped in an ingenious death trap . What are your final thoughts as you see your death slowly approaching ?

The elevator descended from the upper floors of the building as I waited and watched the numbers on the LED display embedded in the wall between the two sets of stainless steel doors fall from 41 to 40 to 39 to 38, stop, and then continue on to 37. 
 
 I glanced at my watch. It was ten minutes past five and already the rush of khakis and blue shirts and white shirts and polyester skirts and summer dresses and loafers and enjoy the weekends and let's grab a beers and Nike sneakers and Adidas sneakers and gym bags had slowed and the dull humming of the air conditioning kept me company as I waited. There was no choice but to wait and nothing else to wait for, so I waited. It was a warm day and cloudy and there was snow on the ground. Outside the window beyond the void above a busy city street beyond the taxis and the bums and the food trucks parked on the corner there was another window and another building. Another elevator. 36. 35. 34. 
 
 Now a man was here with me and he had a beard and I recognized him and he nodded and smiled and I nodded and took out my phone and he took out his phone. 32. 31. I checked my email and put my phone away. Then I took it out again. 30. 29. The man stepped forward. 28. The doors slid open. 
 
 Later I was in the street between the two buildings. I walked north toward the park. There was a Starbucks which was crowded and a Subway and I had Subway for lunch and a few other stores. I stopped and bought a bottle which I put in my bag. The street was packed and there was nowhere to go but forward. When I reached the edge of the park I turned right. There was a bench and I sat down and looked back at the buildings and the lights. Suddenly I had a strong urge not to sit anymore. 
 
 I continued along the edge of the park and stopped at a Chinese restaurant where a fly circled a lamp inside the doorway. A child sat in the back on a box and drew on the wall in crayon until he was told to stop. There was no line. My food was ready quickly. I carried the brown paper package back beyond the park until I reached the building and stopped and went up. 
 
 At my apartment the key turned in the door and the lights went on. I unpacked my dinner and poured a tall drink. It was yellow and brown and smelled like corn and honey. I was breathing and my heart was beating slowly and I'm sitting down in a recliner and breathing. My shoes are off. My tie is off. The television is on. Wheel of Fortune. I get up to pour another drink. Tall and brown. 
 
 Sitting down again and loosening my shirt. Jeopardy. What is Vienna? What is chocolate milk? Who is George Soros? Another drink. What is Munich? Who is Louis CK? I am breathing and smiling. 
 
 I am in the street. Walking. Where am I? There is a woman. A dress. Who is she? There is a man. There is another man. Down the steps. Urine and dim light. What is that smell? Leaning. Waiting. Then down further. Pain down low. What are my legs? Yelling. Something touches me and I pull away. Yelling. A man and a woman above me. I nod. Yelling. Who are they? Who is the man? Then a bright light and a loud noise and nothing.
