Disclaimer: Like I have already said, I don't own Star Trek.



CAITLIN


The doorbell rang. It's pouring out! Who in their right mind would be over here when they could be at home in their bed? I wondered silently. It rang again. OK, OK! I'm coming! I yelled, even though no one could hear me.

At first I saw nothing. A brilliant flash illuminated the sky, letting me see a misshaped figure. My heart skipped a beat. Another flash of lightning came and all the lights in the house went out.

Caitlin, open up! It's me, Sam! She said, pounding on the door when she realized the power went out and the doorbell couldn't be used.

Sam! Oh my God! What are you doing here? I asked, relieved that it was only Sam and not some mad ax murderer. I have to stop thinking so much like her, I thought.

The power's out, she said blandly.

Yeah. I noticed. Come in, I said, stepping back to let her in. Hang your coat up to dry in the basement. Take off your shoes, too. Do you want something to eat? I can make soup if you want.

Sam held up her hand to silence me. You talk too much. Yes, I would like something to eat. Soup is fine.

I nodded and headed off to the kitchen. Stupid matches! Where are they when you need them most?

I hunted around a little more and finally found them, along with two or three candles, a pot, and a can of soup. Luckily, we had a gas stove so lighting it was no problem. I was just about to serve it when I heard a knock at the door. I rolled my eyes at Sam when she finally emerged from the basement and headed off to answer the door.

It was Stalker. He pushed his blond hair out of his icy blue eyes and smiled sheepishly at me.
he said softly. Can I come in?

Of course! I was just about to eat some soup with Sam. Want to join us?

He grinned. I'm starving!

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After dinner, I got out Dad's battery-powered radio. We tried every channel we knew, even ones from other states, but came up with nothing.

Sam remarked, this is some storm!

What happened to our parents? Why didn't they come home? I'm really worried! What is going on here? I asked, starting to panic. It was after 10 pm for crying out loud! Couldn't they have at least called? Then I remembered that the power was out.

The best answer I got from all of them was a shrug and a worried expression. I sighed and laid back on the couch, preparing to go to sleep, when I heard another knock at the door.

I'll get that, Sam said, starting to get up.

No, don't. They might think it's strange to have a person that doesn't live here answer the door.

Sam sat back and pouted. I opened the door. I recognized them immediately. Sam, Stalker! Come quick! You aren't going to believe this!