Alex
The elevator in Sarah's building was one of those old European ones with the metal cage doors that rattled as it climbed. I'd been trying her phone since we landed, but every call went straight to voicemail. Knowing Sarah, she'd probably turned it off hours ago and was fast asleep.
The hallway on her floor was dimly lit, with those motion sensor lights that barely worked. I found her door and knocked, soft at first, then louder when there was no response.
Nothing.
I knocked again, harder this time. "Sarah?"
After what felt like forever, I heard movement inside. Footsteps, then the sound of multiple locks being undone. The door opened just wide enough for Sarah's face to appear, squinting at me like I was some kind of hallucination.
"What the fuck?" Her voice was thick with sleep, her usually perfect hair sticking up at odd angles. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that hung off one shoulder and looked like she'd been asleep for hours. "Alex?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"What are you—" Sh
