[the sky is dark out, so even though it's day, the place goes dark half a moment. There's a yelp sound. It's Victor, who stepped directly onto a stray dog bone like it was a leggo. He peeks around the corner of the kitchen when the lights come back on, holding his foot.]

I have a small generator, but it won't keep the whole place warm. We should pick a room to hole up in, if the grid goes down.