NINETEEN
THE JOURNAL
“Dammit!” I shouted, as Kate did her best to calm the screaming figure of William Forbes. “Must be the bloody generator again. It happened yesterday. I thought I’d fixed it.”
“Obviously not,” Kate called to me over the sound of Forbes’s wailings. “William! For God’s sake man, calm down,” she cried as she gripped him by the shoulders and shook him, attempting to break through the fear and panic that had gripped him with the failing of the lights. He continued to scream, oblivious to her pleadings.
It wasn’t even pitch dark in the room. The glow from the log fire provided sufficient light for us to be able see relatively well, but the sudden plunge from electric light to firelight had done the trick and plunged Forbes back into his twilight world. He quite obviously
