She Didn't Have Her Key's And Her Parents Were Home

My key had been in my pocket, and who knew where that was now. But my parents were home! I prayed that they were fast asleep.

First, though, I had to get to my door. From across the parking lot, I peered through the front door. The hallway looked empty. The elevator sat near the entrance, beckoning me onwards. But once I was inside, I was trapped. If I got into the elevator, and someone else got in, I had nowhere to go. Would the stairs be safer? But then I'd be just as exposed, for longer, and I'd make more noise.