"What the-" The power to the whole hive stem goes out, leaving you fumbling in the dark. Stepping out into the equally dark hallway, you notice light under your neighbor's door. He always seems to be working on his husktop, so maybe he has his own generator.

You knock on the door and he opens it, already pissed. "What do you need?" He asks, and notices the power is out. "Ugh. Come in, before anyone else decides to ask for help too." He grumbles. "Who do they think I am? Troll Mother Teresa?"