“What…” he asked himself. He looked at the charger, following it, and with dawning horror, he realized somehow, sometime, it had been pulled from the wall outlet. His phone – and his alarm with it – hadn’t been on all night. He jumped to his feet, ignoring the cold, and ran to the clock on the wall. He grabbed it and pulled it down, holding it in front of his face.
It was 6:43. He had only seventeen minutes to make it to the fire department. It was a 30 minute walk. He looked out the window to see darkness. But he could see enough to know that it was still sleeting and it would be a wet and slippery morning.
If I leave now…
Sam ran to his bathroom and grabbed the jeans he’d worn yesterday out of the hamper. He pulled them on as quickly as he could, stopping by the table to grab
