And the Threads Knot

Just when I accepted the fact that I was probably going to die right here in this elevator, it comes to a stop on the first floor. Anton, Beatrice and I gasp simultaneously and I see Anton frantically jam the elevator's open button. Thankfully, the doors slide open. "I really should stop passive aggressively predicting or deaths." Beatrice says as we rush out the door. Anton starts chuckling at her statement, making me laugh too. Then Beatrice laughs as well and we're all laughing hysterically over the thought of nearly dying while standing right outside the very elevator that was about to send us straight to our graves.

Once we're done giggling like crazy people, I look around the hallway of the first floor. There are several doors that probably lead to office spaces. There is no gargantuan iron door at the end of the hallway. Instead, it's the emergency exit. I point this out to them. "I guess we'll be taking the stairs," I say. "Should we just go up each floor until we find the theatre or should we look around?" I ask Anton and Beatrice. "That's going to take too long. Let's just try finding the theatre first." Anton replies.

We open the door to the emergency exit and start climbing the stairs. Beatrice opens the door to the second floor and, unsurprisingly, there is no iron door in sight. The same process goes on for flights and flights of stairs. By the time we reach the tenth floor, we're already exhausted and panting. "This has to be the one." Beatrice says. But once again, we are left disappointed. With every flight of stairs we climb, my hope falters like a star, blinking out of reach and eventually fading away forever. "You sure this is the right building, Beatrice?" Anton asks when we climb our twentieth flight of stairs. "I thin so....?" Beatrice responds, doubting herself. "Oh my God, you don't even know if this is the right building?" I say. "No no, I take that back. This is the right building, I'm... positive."

My shirt is drenched with sweat when we finally arrive the top floor, the seventy second floor. We head to the door and my heart beats twice its speed in anticipation. I can't imagine the dreadful walk down the building without any new knowledge or information if there is no theatre on this floor. I rush over and open the door, blood rushing through my veins.

I almost fall down in relieve when I look out. This floor does not have the plethora of doors on opposite side of its walls like the previous ones did but instead, one single large, rusted iron door at the far end of the hallway. I've never been happier in my life to walk through a dusty, cobweb covered hallway. "Thank fucking God, I don't know what I would've done if that door wasn't there." Beatrice says. We laugh once again and catch our breaths. Eventually, we slowly make our way across the corridor to the door, taking our time.

"What if it doesn't even open?" I ask as we approach the gargantuan door that has been taunting me since last night. "Don't say that, that can't happen, not today. We can't possibly be that unlucky." Beatrice says. Up close to door is rusty and in horrible condition. There's no knob on it, but I do know there are tons of bolts and locks on the opposite end. I try my luck and push it open. Thankfully, it opens. Anton helps me open it all the way since it was heavy and required great strength thanks to all the rust.

I am caught off guard when I walk into the theatre. The first thing that captures my attention is not the identical velvet walls, or cushioned seats as the ones in my dream. Nor was it the fact that this whole room looks brand new and top notch compared to the rest of the building. But it was the other three people already in the room, staring straight at us, that caught my attention. I stare back at them, confused because they look so familiar, though I can't recall ever meeting them. I see my look of confusion reflected in their faces too.

They stand far apart from each other, around the room. One of them stands among the seats, a few rows down from where Anton, Beatrice and I are right now. She has black hair and pale skin, freckles meet across her face in a constellation of beauty. Her almond shaped eyes are the colour of black coffee. Not exactly black, but the darkest shade of brown there is. I turn my attention over to the boy standing on the far right end of the stage. He has beautiful copper skin that just seems to glow, along with cropped, black hair. He's tall, about the same height as Anton. The other boy standing at the other side of the stage is tall too. He has longer hair that almost covers his eyes which happen to be the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen.

Just as I'm thinking all of this I hear Beatrice scream "Myra!" And the girl with the pretty freckles looks up and I see something seem to click in her eyes as she says "Oh my God, Beatrice?" Right then and there, I realize that I know Myra too, along with the two other boys, Max and Skyler. I start recalling the memories of all the interactions I've ever had with these people and I just have to sit down, because getting back memories is already exhausting enough, let alone climbing seventy two flights of stairs prior to this.