I had to take trash to the basement, so I thought I'd take Annabelle with me since she clearly has an urge to see the rest of the building. As soon as she was outside the apartment, she ran to the fourth floor so I had to take the elevator up to find her. Then, she got into the elevator and we rode to the basement. once down there, I went to the recycle bins and she started crying loudly. While I was throwing things into bins in the laundry room, I could hear her in the hallway crying.
So, I opened the elevator and instead of coming in with me, she walked into the interior of the elevator door and I panicked. I had visions of a crew coming in to take the door apart to rescue her, the doors closing and crushing her, and all I could do was stand there holding the door open and calling for her. As soon as she walked out, I scooped her up and brought her home. This is one experiment we will not repeat.