"Where are the candles? There have to be candles." She was in the kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets, clattering and banging. "Somewhere. And matches?"
"My phone's almost dead. And no service." He meandered through the house, phone held up and out, watching the screen for any sign of connection. "Maybe they killed the cell tower too."
"Mine's been dead an hour. Forgot to turn off wi-fi."
He was at the kitchen doorway. "We could go. Don't even pack up. It's only an hour down to the main road. The car has headlights, Joan."
"Don't you think they've thought of that?"