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Then the screens went black, the power went out, phones went dead, Jarod checked, it
wasn’t the breakers, the neighbors’ were out too.
“Pete, you up still Bud?” said Jarod, whisper yelling through his son’s bedroom door.
“Uhh, yeh, Dad its only like 19:30.”
“The powers out.”
“Yeh, is everything ok?” asked Peter
“Oh, yeh, I’m sure, it was weird though, some message came up on the Halo right before
it happened, and my earpiece went out too,” Jarod said, accustomed to complaining
about technology to his teenage son. “Would you mind taking a look at my earpiece, its
battery is good so it should still run fine even in a blackout right?”
“Ahh, not really, if it can’t connect its pretty much useless, you think it's just a blackout
though?”
“Yeh, I’m sure it’ll be back up soon, but I’ll get the flashlights from the basement,” Jarod
said trying to sound sure of himself.
There was a little daylight left coming through the floor to ceiling windows on the front of
the house and it reflected beautifully off the glossy hardwood floors, but once in the
basement Jarod was completely blind. Feeling for the rough unfinished railing while
starting down the stairs he nearly fell by underestimating the distance and hitting the
back of his heel on the front lip of the first step, he was able to grab the railing, swing
down and around before pulling himself tight onto the wall to steady himself but not
without making so much noise that Peter jumped out of bed and came running.
“Dad, what happened, you ok!”
“Ohh, sorry about that, its fine, just slipped, I’m fine.”
“Jesus, Dad, here I’ll come too,” said Peter from the top of the steps.
The two carefully made their way down the steps with one hand on each other’s
shoulder or arm, Jarod groping blindly to the family junk drawer in the dark basement.