Feliciano sighed.  Work was bor-ing . He had better things to do than file paperwork and go from room to room to room, delivering packages and such his coworkers.  What made it worse wad that his building didn't have any stairs ,  only elevators . And Feliciano was claustrophobic . Very claustrophobic . This tune he was headed down to the first floor ,  by himself, to go home. He would have invited his dear friend Ludwig along , but he knew the blonde haired German had lots of paperwork . Taking deep breaths ,  Feliciano pressed the first floor button.  He waited ,' counting in his mind for it to be over . However , just before he reached the first floor, th elevator stopped.  A bit anxious ,  Feli could only think of one reason the elevator would stop . It was broken.  " mio dio. .."  he murmured , biting his lip nervously.  He did all the exercises. Deep breath . Counting to ten . Closing his eyes and imagining a better place.  Pretending to be all right , that was all he was doing.  He gasped when the lights flickered out as well.  Oh .....mio dio.   " v-ve ...." Feli stammered, knees shaking as he sat in the middle of the now dark elevator . Two of his worst fears,  both in one place at the same time.  Shakily , Feli reached for his phone , ready to call Ludwig.  Nothing.  He felt in his pockets ,  back pockets ,  jacket pickets.  Nothing.  He was stuck here with no means if escape until someone noticed his absence.  If anyone were to notice.