"Craig! What is happening out there?!" I asked. There was no reply. I couldn't hear him well enough to decipher what was going on.
Perhaps pushing the button one more time had changed something.
"Craig, Craig... can you hear me?" I asked.
It seemed like a long time before anything was said.
I sat in the room, hunched over. The only sound I could hear was the erratic pulse of my own heart and the breath escaping my lips. The air was beginning to get tepid from my breathing.
Wishing that something would happen soon, I banged a few more times on the door. "Craig? Craig!"
I waited, and waited, but it seemed nothing was happening. I began to worry. Could it be... that Craig was dead?
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