Fred was finally looking forward to getting things done, as they set off down the lift. He knew things would only get easier after this floor, and then the way out. Maybe they'd celebrate when they got back, with some firewhiskey.
He had been getting lax on paying attention to his surroundings, and had opened his mouth to crack another joke at the Ministry's expense as they stepped out of the lift, only to see that George wasn't standing beside him anymore. He looked back towards the elevator, expecting him to be tying his shoelace, something stupid, but as he heard the 'ding' of the lift and the doors close, the last glimpse inside of his brother's terrified face awoke an overwhelming panic inside him. His breath caught in his throat, he froze, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. With George's last words ringing around his head, he forced himself back into control.
"GEORGE --GEORGE!" He charged at the lift doors, and pounded on them as hard as Mickey's fists would. They wouldn't budge. His breath was racing, and he sprinted down a near corridor, searching desperately for stairs, another lift - any way down. He found nothing.
His head spun, and as he reached the lift again he hurriedly pulled his wand from it's hidden place inside the uniform and aimed it at the wall, prepared to shout whatever exploding spell that would first come to his mind.