- Arthur -
You clamber round the outside of the elevator shaft to the 'top-side', where you can rest. The light from above is bright, making you squint. A helicopter passes overhead... no, not a helicopter or even a bird or a plane, but a butterfly.
Were it not for the glass and frame of the window giving you a clear sense of depth, you would swear it was right in your face, it is so large. Looking close you see it has the beautiful face and body of a person... a human person, since it is proving necessary to make that distinction today.
The butterfly-winged person sees you watching and seems to realise that you are also a person, or at least, human shaped? humanish? humanoid? they can not be sure, nevertheless they fly down to speak to you, but splat against the window —just like a bug. They don't seem to be familiar with 'glass' and look confused by this force-field keeping you apart. They say something that you can not hear through the double-glazed window and gesture for you to come out and join them before flitting away with a graceful backwards somersault.
What do you do?