"you've probably gotten this a lot today," he starts, wielding the same tired, old grimace; "but you don't happen to have any wiring for dummies books in here, do you?"

"what was that?" hand on his hip, james glances up and around. "did you hear that sound? it sounded like..." realization hits him with weight enough to slump his shoulders. "aw hell, look there—power's out."

what a hunk of junk. "the blackout fried the circuits... i don't think i'll be able to fix it." that means waiting for replacement parts. who knows how long that will take? "in the meantime, we might just have to go with option two." more locks!

"bunny?" he calls out into the dark of her home, candles in one hand and a secret present clutched in the other. "you home? i brought some extra candles for you."