It's dark around. The survivors at Andrea's camp have lit lamps and recycled candles. Mel's staff has also begun to watch closely. One of the busy workers was Harold who was inside the power house repairing some broken foundations of a small building. Next to him is the hot engine of the generator that he turned off first to save consumption. The only thing he uses is the candle. He hurried to finish his work. Because he plans to go to their session hall where some of their colleagues in the community hang out and play cards, chess and other entertainment. This is just the type of thing they are concerned about.
"Got you!" Zia suddenly hugged Harry from behind and the man was surprised.
"Zia!? What are you doing here?" Harry held the girl by the shoulders and she let go of his embrace.
"No, I just missed you."
"Zia, I thought we talked?"
"Talked? why? Is your sister really heavier than me?"
"Zia, you don't understand me..."
