Stepping into the lift at 5pm each day was the highlight of her day. In that 2x2m box, those three little minutes allowed her to breathe, and Jim would check in on her. They’d been doing this for as long as the life behind her front door had existed. Ever since that day when she ran to the lift in floods of tears to find Jim just about to pull the grate closed. Jim was there every day without fail. He couldn’t save her, but those 3 minutes allowed her to survive. Until day 0. The day everything would change.