After the lights went out in our whole building, we went out to the stairwell to check on our elderly neighbor. He's one flight up at the top of the stairs, and after we ascertain that Con Ed is on it, and trying to get us hooked back up "in a few minutes" (few like not that many? or few like a couple hours?), we figure we'll just finish cooking and wait for the power to come back on.
"So, do you want to come downstairs and wait with us?" Katie asks.
"Thanks, but I'd rather just sit alone in the dark," he says, in a gravelly, amused voice.