The window pane in his room was loose and, even though he was supposed to be sleeping, he could hear the hum of tires on the freeway not a hundred yards away. The ancient clock radio made a tiny, metallic groan as the numbers shifted to 3:15 AM. He willed his eyes closed and sighed out a shuddering breath of air.

When he next awoke, was it only moments later, his eyes re-adjusted to a distinct lack of light. Was the power out? The tires on the freeway sound became more erratic and then shifted into nothingness….