An occasional feather floated through the faint hazy light emanating from the partially opened refrigerator, but otherwise an uneasy quietness pervaded the rom. Suddenly the room illuminated to find a gathering transfixed by fear. Nervous eyes rolled from one face to the next as more tension mounted. Questions, questions and Don needed immediate psychiatric care. Suddenly Mick erupted from his seat with a blast of fowl language that would have made a sailor blush.
Someone grab a flashlight and go check that out.
Nikephoros , you go, and take Uppercase with you. That way someone can make a double switch if necessary. The Ancient Mariner tried to protest, but the Mick cut him off. After a minute he sighed. Oh, very well.