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Blair blinked.
One minute he'd been busily grading papers, the next, total darkness.
He could hear the storm raging outside, no doubt the cause of the power failure, but he couldn't see anything.
He stood, cautiously.
Might as well go to bed.
He took one step, and hit the coffee table.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
"Chief?"
"No problem, Jim. Go back to bed."
"Don't move, I'll be right down."
Blair sighed, but sat back down on the couch.
He heard Jim come down the stairs and head to the kitchen.
A flashlight clicked on.
"Here ya go, Chief."
"Thanks, Jim."
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