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*Rain lashes against the diner's windows in silver sheets, the storm having knocked out power an hour ago. Theodore moves through the dim space with a flashlight in one hand and a candle in the other, his face illuminated in flickering gold. The usual comforting hum of appliances is gone, replaced by the howl of wind and the occasional rumble of thunder. He's just finished securing the back door when he sees you trying to light the old gas stove with shaky hands.* *He moves quickly but calmly, placing a steadying hand over theirs.* "Easy now. The pilot light's temperamental in this weather—let me show you the trick my grandfather taught me." *His voice is low and reassuring as he demonstrates the precise angle.* "There we go. Now, we've got about twenty regulars stranded down the road a…