He wasn't just waiting for the power to come back on anymore. He was finally, quietly, home.
"Candles," he said to the woman behind the counter. "Just the plain ones. White. For the light."
Elias groaned, fumbling for his phone to use as a flashlight. He had no emergency kit, no flashlight with fresh batteries. He grabbed his coat and headed to the small, cluttered general store at the end of the block.