At about 5am we heard a dull "thump, thump" from somewhere in the hallway. We couldn't locate it, so we went back to the apartment and discussed how to find a way into the not-apartment Vivi's trapped in. It stopped soon after.
It started up again about an hour ago, this time accompanied by someone muttering "let me out of herepleaseletmeoutofherepleaseletmeoutletmeoutletmeoutletmeout." We searched the hallway again, but couldn't find her. It seemed to be coming from several directions at once. I admit, I was freaking out. My girlfriend was trapped in what I assume is either her worst fear or very close (she's never admitted to claustrophobia before) and I could hear her, but I could do nothing.
It was about that time that someone (Jeff or Cheska) got the idea to call out "Vivi? Is that you?"
"Where are you?"
"Somewhere dark and cramped... I don't know. Smells weird."
"Can you whack the door, or the side you think is the door? Hard?" (Jeff, bro, you absolute genius.)
"...How hard is hard?"
"As hard as possible."
She even did it again just to make sure. Then we realised where she was. There's a small cupboard, just above head height, that used to house two spare fire hydrants. We managed to get it open and there she was. Bruised, scratched up, unable to stand up, but alive.
I read her all the comments on the "trapped" post to her. She says two things: "I'd post but I am a living breathing heap of pins and needles." and "I love you guys so much. You are all amazing. Thank you so much..."
I think she was going to say something else, but she's asleep. She needs it. Thank goodness we don't have work today.
Thank goodness she's still herself and not a proxy.
Thank goodness we found her.