With that last outburst Al finally fainted. Shane and I laid her on the floor making sure she was in the recovery position to be safe and left her to come round herself hoping that by that time we would be free.

“To fucking right she’s going to die I am going to fucking kill her myself. How could she not warn us she was claustrophobic?”

I had to stifle the giggle building in my throat as Bette ranted while trying to rub as much sick of her shirt as she could with limited resources.

“Oh right Bette, so you’re telling us that if you knew Al was claustrophobic you would have avoided this situation which is fine so long as no one is scared? Actually I see your point, apart from that this is soooooo how I wanted to spend my day, the puke just ruined my fun.”

Bette just glared at me obviously not finding my sarcasm in the least amusing and I was sure I was in for it when a screeching sound caught our attention, as the doors to the elevator were prised open revealing through a gap just over a foot wide that we were stuck between two floors and that we would only be able to get out through the lower half of the door through the gap provided by what I could only assume were firemen.

“Well hello there ladies, no one in here notice the sign on the way in? Six people maximum? Anyway we are here to get you all out, my name is Ben and I will be right here until you are all clear so any problems and just holler my name.”

I thought Bette would actually spontaneously combust at the joking tone of his voice and grin he wore on his face so quickly shoved her to the back and gave Ben a run down of the situation before she had a chance. It could wait till later I knew she would be mad about this for some time so for now she could just put up and shut up like everyone else. She had changed so much but on occasions like this the manic temper of Bette Porter was just too strong for her to control.