'Help, help!  Can anyone hear me?'

Have they all gone home for the weekend and left us to starve?  How can we survive until Monday morning without going crackers?  Oh, no, I forgot, it's a long weekend, they won't be back until Tuesday!

 'Help, help!  Can anyone hear me?'

Yes Patrick, shout as loud as you can.  You have a nice deep voice that should carry well.  Let's see, we're stuck in the goods lift with a heap of boxes of paper, between the basement storeroom and the ground floor.  No help from the basement, we made sure it was empty before we locked it up for the weekend.  There are no offices on the ground floor, just the huge foyer with the bank of passenger lifts right at the other side.  Of course, there's the empty reception desk.  How annoying that Julie left half an hour early, and Mr Know-it-all Scanlon said it wasn't worth finding a replacement receptionist for the last half-hour of the week.  What makes it worse is that I know Julie isn't sick like she said.  She nicked off early so she could catch the train to Perth for a weekend with the latest love of her life.  I hope he stands her up!

'Help, help!  Can anyone hear me?'

If only Patrick can manage to time his shouts for when someone is leaving the building.  I'm glad I'm not alone.  No-one would hear my weak voice calling.  What a useless old lift.

Alarm button that no longer works, and no phone of course.  Ill bet Otis and Whatsisname never even heard of Alexander Graham Bell! 

If we get out of here I'll swing for that Occupational Health and Safety twit who's supposed to ensure that we have a safe working environment.  Too busy trying to get off with that little blonde from accounts to do his job properly!

'Help, help!  Can anyone hear me?'

Look on the bright side.  I'm glad it's Patrick with me.  I feel safe with him, not like that octopus in Sales, who'd have had his hands all over me by now.  Patrick wouldn't dream of abusing anyone.  He's always been the perfect gentleman, always willing to lend a hand.  Those broad shoulders show a strength of body to match his strength of character.  Just right for crying on!  I've always admired his reliability, calm unflappability, his good humour, his broad shoulders, his black curly hair, his deep blue eyes, his deep brown voice, his bachelor status!

'Help, help!  Can anyone hear me?' 

Patrick, Patrick!  Do you have to shout so loud?