Arthur remained standing, looking at the doors - or maybe glaring was more correct - as if his will alone would make them open, would make the elevator start working again. Then he went and pressed the red emergency button once, twice, three, four times...

When that didn't seem to magically get the car moving, Arthur's shoulders slumped slightly and his forehead landed on the metal doors with a defeated thump and he just remained standing there. 'Fuck. My. Life.'