“on a windy night, we stumbled into a dark basement.

dead lights hang from the ceiling.

all we have is one book of matches.


cluttered... we bang and clunk, and find our way... in the dank... gloom.


eventually, he finds what he's looking for...


... <i>the gas meter!</i>

and then, we stumble... <i>to the water heater!</i>


and he lights the pilot light!

though he complains much.”

electricube