carry a reclining mannequin out into the hall when all of its limbs fell off into a giant pile. He gathered them all up into a service elevator and took it down to the ground floor.

When the door to the elevator opened, there was a long, beige hallway with tan linoleum floor tiles glinting off fluorescent light in obscene streaks. Everything seemed oddly quiet as Carson gathered up his armful of mannequin appendages and walked down the hallway, his Gucci loafers making a slight clomp on the harsh flooring, echoing in the expanse. As he was halfway down the hallway, his phone rang. He placed the mannequin pile on the ground and pulled out his iPhone. Jai Rodriguez, it said on the screen. “Hey, girl, hey!” he saidso close he could feel her cold breath on his face. He finally did what Jai told him, turning around and leaping over the mannequin and scurrying down the hallway. She knew that the door at the end was locked. She had him trapped in a dead end. She watched him try the handle a million times, frantically, like suddenly it would just snap open and he would find his way to freedom. She just stood there. “Help!” he screamed and started pounding on the door, turning around to look at her with fright in his eyes and try the handle once again.

She squatted down and pulled the dress off the mannequin and held it up to her body. It looked like it would fit. She balled it