I was on my way to the department store where my brother worked. I remember that my father said I better go for a run if I wanted to visit him so I started to break out into a light jog on the sidewalk under the highway. When I walked through the glass doors, I was greeted by the blinding white lights reflecting against the porcelain walls. In front of me was the elevator which for some reason cost money to ride. Knowing that my brother worked on the 9th floor however, I decided to take it.