You and Jeff were in your bedroom, watching tv. There’s a really bad thunderstorm right now.

A loud crack of thunder hit. “Damn…I hope the power doesn’t go out.” he said. Not even a minute later, the house went pitch black. Of course, the power went out. “Goddammit…” he groaned. “Where are you?” he asked, barely able to see his own hands as he felt around for you, or at least something that could emit light.