Olek was returning from the estate shop, carrying bread and milk. The lift in his block was old and flimsy. He usually pressed three and counted the taps of the floors. On this day the three wasn't there. Instead of a number, someone had pressed a small pink shirt button. It flashed with a faint light, like a bedside lamp. The sun slid between the blocks like a slice of butter. Olek looked back at the empty cage. He sighed and touched a button. The door closed and the lift trembled in a different way than it always did. It smelled of cinnamon and fresh laundry. A whisper came from the loudspeaker: "Please prepare one simple thing." Olek glanced into his backpack. A pencil case, a pickle, a crumpled tram ticket, a paper clip. He selected the ticket. He put it on the railing. A thin line of light appeared on the floor. It moved like a pencil across the paper and drew an arrow. The lift stopped. The doors opened with a hiss to an unfamiliar floor. A wide bench, a shoe dryer, a row of umbrellas in impossible colours. A plaque said: "Floor Between - entry only with a trinket." Lamps twinkled like eyes. The doormat purred under the shoes as if it were a cat. - Hello? - whispered Olek. He was answered by the quiet rustling of slippers. A narrow metal tray slid out from under the umbrella. It stopped right next to his knees. Another sign lit up above the tray: "Got a ticket?" The pink button on the panel glowed more strongly. Olek swallowed his saliva. He raised his trembling hand with the ticket when suddenly someone from behind the stand said his name.