Rosalind

No lights. Not a street light, not a light from a building. No headlights from a car. No glow from a smartphone. Not even a torch or a campfire or the light of a cigarette.

"This isn't happening," I say.

"Let's not panic," he says, obviously panicking. "Maybe there's a power outage or we've gone blind from drinking seawater."

"I'm not panicking," I lie. "I'm sure they've already got a search party out for me. I'm not nobody, you know."

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