Half past midnight. We're being shuffled out en masse. Music proceeds an announcements that says we are now able to use the elevator. But, return before 4am.

A herd of us hits the street. Wondering what where we should do, where we should go. A cozy restaurant and an series of food and drink follow. Up, up and back we go.

Thin crowd filters through. The security guard is still passing out tickets. The one I recieved earlier is numbered 747. Now they're over 1800. Before we left, the tickets were numbered in the 1600s.

Back upstairs, 11th floor, welcome home. More waiting. Endless waiting. Always waiting. Now they are splitting us up into groups of one hundred. I hear them calling numbers. No music. We're at 1700s. One hour to go. Brian Ashcraft

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