Their excited energy came to a dead halt when they peered over the edge of the railing down at the sixty flights of stairs. Just the thought of climbing down and back up again had Liv's legs threatening to give out on her. Somehow, her legs had managed to keep moving this far, but she was certain that wouldn't be the case if she put them through another thirty-floor climb.

She bit back her concern and looked at Ezra, hoping he had enough strength to get them down and back up. She wasn't reassured when she found a worried crease between his eyes.

"We can't go down there," he said softly.

"But..." she began to argue even when she knew she didn't have a counter-argument.

"The men were taking Tommy to the thirty-first floor. Our office floor. We have no idea if they are still there," he said. "We can't risk it."

"Oh," she breathed out.

She had forgotten that piece of information. He was right. It would be insane to go there. It had been pure luck they had been able to take down the man who had found them in the kitchen.

"Okay..."

She turned away from the railing and took the few steps to the door and then walked back to Ezra, thinking. Her body was relieved going down to the thirty-first floor wasn't an option, but her mind wasn't ready to give up.

She repeated the small rotation and stopped at the door.

"We can search the top floors," she said. "There is no way Matt is the only person who has a baseball in his cubicle."

Ezra nodded along as he listened. "And it doesn't have to be a baseball. I can use anything that is heavy and round."

She could feel her hope returning. "Alright."

They were quiet as they climbed down the stairs to the door and when they opened it and listened. Their steps were hesitant as they crept through the office. The floor plan was similar to their own floor, with private offices along the boarder and cubicles in the middle. They made a quick pass through the whole floor together, and when they didn't find anyone else, they split up.

"I'll take the cubicles," she whispered.

"I'll take the offices," he said. "Remember, grab anything that has a good weight and is round."

Liv started her search with the surfaces of the cubicles, the desk, the file cabinets, the shelves, then she moved directly to the bottom drawer of the desk. In her own desk, the bottom drawer was where she stored all her non-office supplies, her extra shirt and shoes, snacks, bottles of water, and hair-ties.

In the bottom drawers is where she found the most interesting stuff, and in the third cubicle she found a baseball. She didn't stop her search there and by the time she had searched every cubicle she had collected a magic eight ball, a large ball of rubber-bands and a grapefruit.

She even managed to find a pair of slippers that were close enough to her size for her to wear. She cradled her treasures in her arms as she headed towards the hallway leading to the offices, the slippers making it feel like she was walking on clouds.

She found Ezra in the far corner office with his own pile of objects. He had had more luck; finding three autographed baseballs in glass containers and a signed football.

"Look," she said, holding up one of her feet. He stared at it blankly. "I found shoes, sort of."

When he continued to stare she felt the need to keep talking.

"I haven't had shoes all night. Remember, I left my heels by the broken down elevator?"

"Right..." he said like a question, making it clear he still wasn't exactly sure what she was talking about, he just wanted to end the conversation.

"I also found these." She held out the round objects she had acquired.

He perked up. "Excellent."

When they returned to the roof, their arms were filled with round objects. As they walked back towards the far wall, a worrisome thought struck Liv. What if the people they had seen in the offices in the building across the way had left? She had no idea what time it was. She knew it had been almost ten when they had gotten stuck in the elevator. By now it had to be past midnight, and probably much later.

She sent out a silent prayer as they neared the wall and found she was nervous to look at the building.

Ezra was all business as he dropped his objects and began to sort them. She added hers to his pile and took a deep breath as she looked across at the building. She sighed in relief as she saw the few windows were still glowing brightly.

"Alright," Ezra said, pulling her attention to the ground. He had moved the items into small piles. "I'm going to start with the these," he motioned to the pile on his right. There weren't any baseballs in that pile. "This will help me adjust my angle and speed. After I get a better sense of how I need to throw, I'll move on to the baseballs." Liv nodded along. "We will need to break the baseball cases."

He grabbed one of the glass squares and handed Liv another. She looked at it for a moment. The baseball was a dirty brown with several names signed in black. She was sure the baseball meant something special to it's owner and tried to feel guilty as she smashed the case against the wall. She became even more grateful for the slippers on her feet when the glass shattered and mixed into the rocks around their feet.

"Alright," Ezra said. He grabbed the magic eight ball and tossed it up into the air. He caught it with ease and Liv could see his past-life as a pitcher peaking through.

"Alright," she repeated, trying to keep her voice light. She looked down at the ground and counted eight objects. Eight chances to for this to work. She corrected that, eight chances for one of the objects to make contact with the right window in the hope that it would be loud enough to get someone's attention. "Alright," she said again, trying to brush away the cons that were starting to stack up against the plan.

Ezra threw the magic eight ball up once more and swung his arm around, loosening up his shoulder. Liv began to grow antsy as she watched him warm-up and everything that could go wrong kept growing louder in her mind. She began to bounce on her toes, feeling her anxious energy building.

"Hold on," she said, when she couldn't hold everything inside anymore.

He paused his movement, and glared at her, clearly not happy to be interrupted.

"What happens if we get someone's attention?" she asked.

His gaze turned steely and she watched the physical effort it took for him to hold back the cutting remarks. He took a deep breath and through gritted teeth said, "we tell them to get help."

"How?" Before the question could fully sink in, she got an idea. She started moving towards the door, calling over her shoulder, "I'll be right back."

If he responded, she didn't hear as she pulled the door open and quickly took the flight of stairs to the top floor.

She moved quickly through the office, heading straight for the large whiteboard hanging on one of the walls. It was covered in memos. She grabbed each side and lifted, shaking it free from it's hook. The markers and erasers fell as the board came free and she tilted it sideways. She reached down for the black marker and shifted the board under one arm to make it easier to carry it.

When she got back to the roof, Ezra was back to warming up his arm but his eyes were locked on the door.

"What was that?" he asked.

She held the whiteboard up proudly. "We can write a message on this and hold it up." He frowned. "So the people in the other building can read it. You might be able to get their attention with a ball but how are they suppose to know what we need them to do?"

"Right," he said. He smiled like the joke was on him. "Good idea."

She laid the board on the ground and wrote "Help 9-1-1" in large letters. She stood back to assess her work.

"Looks good," he said from beside her. She looked at him and he gave her an encouraging nod. "Ready?"

She grabbed the board and propped it on the top of the wall.

"Ready."

She held her breath as he shifted his stance. He drew the ball in close to his chest, and took a deep breath.

He wound up for the pitch and as he exhaled, he let the ball fly.

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