Summary: Well, here it is. My long awaited elevator story. And when I say long awaited, I'm referring to me. I've wanted to write this since I was on chapter 2 of my last story. This story is strictly Dorian and Viki who are truly my favorite couple of all time.

And now for my disclaimer: A poem I do not own One Live to Live Dorian and Viki they will not give. I'm just borrowing them for a time. Please don't sue me. I don't have a dime.

Dorian is heading toward the elevator after a long day at the hospital. She gets on and presses the button for the lobby.

Viki: Hold the elevator. (She rushes to get on.) Hi, Dorian.

Dorian: Hi, what are you doing here? Your heart's okay, isn't it?

Viki: I'm fine. I was just visiting Ben.

All of the sudden, the elevator lurches and then stops.

Dorian: What was that?

Viki: I'm not sure. But I think we've stopped.

Dorian: We're stuck in here?

Viki: Let me try the phone. (picks it up) It's not working.

Dorian: Oh, God.

Viki: It's okay. Someone will notice soon that the elevator isn't working and they'll get us off.

Dorian: What if they don't?

Viki: They will. Why don't we sit down in the meantime? (She guides Dorian to the floor) Are you okay?

Dorian doesn't answer. Instead she begins gasping for air.

Viki: It's all right. We're going to be okay. You need to calm down.

Dorian (hysterically): We're trapped in here. No one knows we're here.

Viki: We'll get out. We always do. (She takes Dorian's hand) Listen to me. We're okay. I'm right here with you and we are okay.

Dorian (trying to calm down): We're okay. We're okay.

Viki: Yes, we are. Try to take deep breaths. (Dorian does) That's good. Just keep doing that.

Dorian: I need to get out of here.

Viki: We will.

Dorian: Why is this happening? Why does God keep doing this to me? Normal people do not get locked up as often as I do.

Viki: We're not locked up. We're just trapped in an elevator.

Dorian: Trapped?

Viki: Bad choice of words. How about stuck? No? How about we are in an elevator that is temporarily not moving?

Dorian: I hate this.

Viki: I know. Why don't we try and get our minds off of it?

Dorian: What do you want to do, sing campfire songs?

Viki (jokingly): Do you know any?

Dorian: No, I have two kids, a grandson, and I live with Starr and Jack and I've never learned any. Of course, I know some. Oh, that was a joke right?

Viki: Just trying to lighten the mood.

Dorian: Have you ever noticed we aren't any good at small talk?

Viki: What do you mean?

Dorian: When the world is falling apart we are always there for each other. We tell each other are deepest, darkest secrets. But when things are going well and there's no calamity in our lives, which is very rare, we have no idea what to say to each other.

Viki: That's not true. What about our tea party with Renee?

Dorian: We were drugged.

Viki: Okay, how about...um. Okay, maybe you're right. Why don't we try and correct that now? We will work on making small talk.

Dorian: Okay, you start.

Viki: Why do I have to start?

Dorian: Because I'm trying not to have a panic attack. I can't concentrate on that and coming up with something to say.

Viki: If you start panicking, just take deep breaths. That will help.

Dorian: That's easy to say when you aren't the one panicking.

Viki: Okay, okay. I'll come up with some small talk to distract you. Just give me a minute to think.