help you? two officers stand there. we recognize one of them:
sixth floor. you can get a couple chairs from the nurses up there. a pretty decent cup of joe too.
although why the sheriff is making you fellas waste your time is beside me. we got her right here. she ain't going no place.
don't they all, officer, don't they all? the men share a chuckle over that one when suddenly thunder crackles and the power goes out. no monitors, no radio, no nothing. pitch black.
shit. there goes the card game. abruptly there's a series of sharp clicks as four flashlights come alive.