As we finished expunging typos from the previous entry, the preternaturally cheery Mr. Goldstein telephoned with an update, barely understandable due to spotty cell-phone reception.
Listening hard through the static, we made out the following phrases:
“I’m in my room it’s dark.”
“I had to use my cell phone as a light to walk down the hall.”
“One or two buildings across the street seem to have power.”
Then, the phone went dead.