Nervously enter the elevator...

This never goes well...

The doors close.

Silence. No movement.

Suddenly, the floor lurches upward.

The doors open prematurely, exposing the floor outside dropping to meet the floor inside.

The elevator stops. It seems to be finished.

Step out, walk up to the classroom door.

Hesitate. Am I too late already?

Should I just stand here and pretend I went to class and go back when it's over?

No, I'm here. I might as well go in.

Sit down. No one looks familiar.

Is... this the right class?

Oh, no. It isn't.