Scrambling around in his pockets, Jack pulled out the scrap of paper and read, the pin number is 3459.”

“That is correct” the voice replied. “Access granted.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Jack leaned against the back of the elevator and closed his eyes. He was tired. Tired of everything, but most of all – he was tired of fighting. But he knew that the fight was not over until he whipped the platform that was connecting the two worlds. Watching the doors close, Jack saw a flash of green, followed by two thuds as the metal door of the elevator shook from the impact of two bullets. “You’re too late,” Jack yelled as the elevator began to rise. “I won.”

Suddenly, he heard a loud screech, “Whatever you are doing out there, you can’t stop me. Stop this foolishness. Is it really worth wasting whatever time you have left, on chasing a dead man?”

Jacks’ outburst was met with silence and then darkness, as the lights when out and the elevator shuddered to a stop.  Looking around him. Jack couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. Pulling his cellphone from his pocket, Jack hit the flashlight button and passed the light over the interior of the cabin. He had to find a way to the top, there was no way, that he was going to give up now.