She narrowed her eyes at the woman on the floor and nodded. "She wouldn't have threatened us if she weren't up to no good," she said. "And we're in too deep. We can't back out now."
They followed the secret agent into the elevator. He pressed the button for the lobby, but suddenly there was a sharp jolt and a loud noise as the elevator stopped abruptly, throwing all three of them to the floor! At the same moment, the lights went out, leaving them in a tangle of legs.
"Frank, your hoof is in my eye!" cried Meme.
"Sorry, Meme!" said Frank. He moved his hoof.
"Your other hoof," said Meme irritably.
"Oh." He moved his other hoof. "You okay, Mr. Mysterious Secret Agent?" asked Frank.
There was no sound, not even a moan. The emergency lights flickered on, bathing the tiny room in a dull gray glow. The Secret Agent was on the bottom of the elevator, his head resting against the wall.
"He's knocked out!" said Meme, checking his pulse.
Frank eyed the trapdoor on the ceiling. "We need to get out of here, Meme," he said.
She frowned. "Shouldn't we just press the 'Emergency' button and wait for help to arrive?" she said.
He shook his head. "By then, I fear it may be too late," he said.
The elevator doors began to groan as someone started prying them open, inch by inch.
"Come on, Meme! We need to get out of here, now!"
Should Meme and Frank go through the emergency trapdoor, press the "Help" button, or wait and see who's prying the doors open?