How was I supposed to know what would happen? Everyone at the hotel was being so mean to the rickety old elevator that I couldn't help myself. I gave it a little pat and some encouraging words, and now I swear it's giving me the vibe. What do I do? This is an 11,000-word MM novella with extreme fluff and maximum silliness - all stuffed into a bite-sized package. (This work was previously published in a charity anthology under the title Going Down. It's been revised and lengthened because the author wasn't ready to say goodbye.)