Ruthie brushed her fingers over the elevator buttons. They were smooth like new cobblestone to the touch, but marred with faint scratches, indicating years of use. Ruthie gulped. This place was getting more and more terrifying the more she pressed on. Maybe it'd be best to just stop right here. Sit down and not go anywhere. It wouldn't be leaving, so they wouldn't kill me would they? Ruthie sat in the elevator and pondered this thought. Maybe if I go really high, to the tippy-top I can see where I am and scream for help. Maybe someone will hear me? "No," she said "that's rubbish. Weirdos would just kill an' eat me. Still wanna know where me is." She stood and put her finger on the button that said three, and waited.