"Ah!"
A woman's scream shattered the darkness of the director's building.
It was Meng Dehai's wife, Liu Fen, staring at the smoking TV in the living room.
The acrid smell of burnt plastic pierced her nose, making her frown deeply.
"My TV! My television!"
Liu Fen rushed over, tried to touch it with her hand, but quickly drew back from the heat.
"What's happening! Meng Dehai! Come and see!"
Meng Dehai was also in a panic.
He struck a match, and in the weak light, the room was a mess.
The TV casing was twisted and deformed.
The radio in the corner had exploded.
From the kitchen came the sound of shattering, it was the light bulbs.
It's over.
All over.
He shakily ran to the door and frantically pulled at his home's circuit breaker.
No response.
He dashed to the hallway to pull down the building's main switch.
Still silence.
Then, suddenly.
"Snap!"
Outside the window, the lights of a building flickered on.
Soon after.
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
Building after building.
