Lights Out And....

I stood by the door that had just closed behind Tak. The only light in the apartment was that which filtered in through the windows. Through the closed door, I could hear the sounds of confusion and concern, muffled, and a bit surreal. I figured that I should change and join the crowd so I didn’t look too suspicious. A wispy tank top, while not something that would arise suspicions about causing blackouts, might cause some other gossip since Tak had just walked out the door. As I turned to go to my room, there was a knock on the door. I turned and opened it without looking to see who it was; I just figured it was Tak.

“Did you forget somethi..” I trailed off, it wasn’t Tak, it was Dante. He had something in his hand.

"No, I didn't forget anything," he said with a sigh. The he noticed I was looking at his hand, "Oh, this," he said awkwardly, "I managed to get everything booked for you before the power outage," he handed me the papers.

After more awkward silence, he spoke again. "Are you okay here?" Well, I guess that’s better than him accusing me of having something going on with a clone trooper or my C.O.

Then it occurred to me that my door lock is powered by, well, by power. I was going to have to run power from my office room through the living space to the door. Hmm, that will take some time. Crap, it’s funny the little things that you take for granted, things like door locks, tinting on your windows, water flow in these high rises. But I guess on the plus side, I don’t have to worry about getting calls in the middle of the night for a few days.
But back to what Dante was saying….

To be continued

Read Cpt. Typho’s take on it here