You have common sense, so you run!

You quickly realize that you have made a terrible mistake coming here; this company is clearly evil, and you will have no part of it.

And so you run back to the door from which you entered. Throwing it wide, you sprint down the hallway. Ahead of you lies the elevator you would certainly be trapped in, so you turn left and open the door to the stairwell. Taking the steps three at a time, you finally become exhausted at the 40th floor. Damn, you forgot just how many stairs you would need to take from the 61st fucking floor to reach the ground. And what on earth are you going to do when you emerge into the lobby? That crazy bitch certainly alerted someone.

Once you've caught your breath, you move at a more reserved pace, continuing down the stairs. You reason that you probably covered enough distance, and you should make as little noise as possible.

Finally, after an excruciating 61 flights of stairs, you collapse at the bottom of the stairwell and recover for several minutes. You pull yourself up with the door handle and open it slightly. Looking out, the entry lobby appears deserted, and there is even a parking lot filled with cars far more normal than that sketchy SUV.

You are about to make a final dash out of the building when you remember something terrible: Brooke! She is in danger!