Felix woke up uneasily, unsure what was going on. His blurred vision soon cleared, showing him that he was inside an elevator. Felix cringed; he hated elevators. 
He felt a piece of paper in his pocket, a napkin or tissue perhaps, and for whatever reason he knew that there was writing jotted onto it.
"Find the blender, Felix! Find the blender, damn it!"
Felix's eyes widened, his head tilting to the side in confusion. [i]...The blender?[/i] He couldn't make any sense of it. 
Just then, a well dressed gent with a mustache appeared in the elevator, asking him if he wanted to go up or down. Felix had always been terribly afraid of heights and was worried about what would happen if he went up, so he silently gestured downwards, indicating that he wanted to go down. He said nothing, however. Felix never spoke, though whether he couldn't or just didn't was a mystery.