I forgot how dated this room is.
That brass lamp with the green shade on it.
Looks like Indiana Jones should be reading a stolen map underneath it.
In that chair.
Looks like something a Victorian psychiatrist would ask you to lie down on.
Right before prescribing you Absinthe.
Actually.
Not bad.
Feels cozy though.
Especially with you here.
Rrrrrrrr.
Did you hear that?
Ah,
Shit.
Yeah,
Well.
.
.
The generator's gone.
I'll go downstairs,
You stay here.
Just keep it warm for me.
Okay.
Light,
Please.
Beautiful.
Flashlight.
Looks like Freddy Krueger's Airbnb.
Furnace.
Cobwebs.
Surely this air can't be doing me any favors.
Where is the power box?
Might be behind these boxes.
Fucking hell.
Why is there a telephone down here?
You there.
Yep,
Of course not.
Powers out,
This thing works.
Ah,
Yes,
Candles.
Let's take that.
There's no power.
But.
.
.
Let there be light.
It's okay,
You can stay there,
Put the blanket on.
Oh,
That's better.
Shit,
Your feet are freezing.
Come closer.
I'm just gonna say that was the wind.
It's an old house.
Let's just go back to sleep.