Author's Notes:

I'm getting used to these shorter chapters. I can put more quality into each one instead of trying to stretch it past 300 words.

The lights were back on a few moments later, and Craig found himself answering the question of many people.

"Why does your store still have power?"

"Is there a problem with the power lines?"

"Why are you still open?"

Perhaps you should close the store. It'll help with this headache of a problem... Twilight mumbled in Craig's mind, watching the crowd grow ever larger through the man's eyes.

"Well." Craig replied to the crowd, "First of all, we've got a backup generator. Second of all, I'm pretty sure that the storm that was on the news last night's the reason why the power's out."

Craig paused for a moment, realizing that the crowd indeed had grown to a size in which he had begun feeling the first signals of a full-on migraine.

"...And third of all, no. We're not open anymore. In fact, just... go. Don't bother me anymore..."

You could've said that nicer, y'know...

You know what? Craig replied mentally, I need some off-time.