No! The door slams shut and the elevator car drops. In your push forward, you nearly fall down the elevator shaft. You choke on smoke. Flames are now making their way across the room, feeding on the fabric scraps and oil-slicked machinery. You say a prayer as you scan the now glowing floor for ideas.
You see a scrap of fabric by your boot. You wrap it around your hands, and rush toward the elevator shaft. You grab the cable.