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6:32 PM
It had been a weird day, Anastasia decided. Trevor and Gavin had left early to go do something with their father and she'd been by herself all day. There was something about the apartment that just wasn't sitting right. She kept feeling things like brief touches and strange gusts of cold wind that just couldn't be real. The second time she saw a woman out of the corner of her eye that disappeared the moment she turned to look at her full on, she put in a call to Tristan for some quality BFF time at his place. She had to get out of there.
After a quick change into a pair of jeans that he'd helped her pick out and a pale blue tank top, she grabbed her purse and her camera for random ninja-ing and headed to the elevator. She pressed the 12 button without much thought as it was something she'd done quite frequently and waited as the elevator started to rise. She started watching the numbers out of habit as they slowly ticked by. 6.... 7.... 8... I should have brought some food, she mused to herself as she glanced away from the numbers to look down at her cell phone, contemplating whether she should call Tristan and ask what sort of snacks he was in the mood for then glancing back up at the floors as they ticked by. 10... 11... 12.
Might as well just ask him in person, she thought as she stepped to the doors, waiting for them to open.
Except they didn't. The elevator didn't pause, it didn't even hesitate. Instead, it went up one more and stopped on... 13?
( uh oh... )
