"When the skies and grounds were one..." the beginning of a wellknown story. What would you do if you found out that part of that story was true? And that it was about you? Trying to regain suppressed memories will be hard but its a necessity as times running short. This is loosely based of the first of a reoccurring nightmare Ive had for the few past months.    ForewordKyungsoo was standing outside the elevator, tapping his fingers against his legs. He was starting to wonder if maybe he should take the stairs instead, as it seemed like the doors would never open. But both because he was on the fifth floor and because of how many people were standing around him he decided that he could wait at least some more minutes. He could feel himself getting more irritated by the minute and the fact that the young man standing beside him didn’t seem irritated at all, even though he’d been standing there as long as Kyungsoo had himself, only made the matter worse. Kyungsoo was just about to give up and take the stairs when an important looking woman stepped up to the elevator and held some sort of card in front of the security camera and instantly the doors opened and a bunch of frightened looking people stumbled out of the elevator. He had no idea how that card worked and he was too tired to understand that maybe you shouldn’t walk into something that had been malfunctioning just a second ago. Then again, it seemed like he wasn’t the only one that decided to trust the elevator because it was soon packed with people (and of course the perfume lady had to stand extremely close to him). The young, undisturbed looking man from before pressed the button for the ground floor and Kyungsoo was glad that it was the same floor he was going to because, of course, he had forgotten to press any button when he entered the elevator. The doors closed and the elevator started moving downwards when it suddenly stopped with a loud bang. Kyungsoo could feel the panic rising in him. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, they must be stuck between the forth and the fifth floor. He knew he should’ve taken the stairs. Hopefully this would be sorted out quickly so he could get home. Then, there was another bang and the elevator started falling towards the ground. Not moving in the slow pace it usually did, but falling uncontrollably. Kyungsoo clutched the bar on the wall and tried not to throw up. This couldn’t be happening.