Tyler laid on the floor like a starfish, staring up at the water stains on the ceiling like he was intrigued by them. The power had been shut off earlier, the water from the grueling rain flooding the basement. Everything was dark, quiet, and damp. Jack sat on the couch, reading some old wet books, disinterested and quite frankly annoyed by Tyler’s presence. Tyler Durden. That’s all that went through his mind all day. Tyler fucking Durden.