Five Sentence Fiction: Lost

The salesman had lead them down to the basement clearance center three hours ago. Standing at the top of the stairs he joked with the husband telling them not to get lost, that he had no idea how big it actually was down there. At first, they were amaze at how much furniture was down there and how many different ways you could layout a living room; yet as they continued walking around the different hallways and dioramas of what a room could look like, they felt the sense of dread when they realized they haven't seen anyone else since they have been down there even though they both swear they can hear people talking. The wife was the first to panic and started looking for exit signs or any familiar couches that might lead them to the stairs. It was the messages carved into the wooden end-table that was next to the couch they finally collapsed on that told them they were doomed, "Smith: 2008, Johnson: 2004, Hall: 1999, McMahon: 1993...."