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"The world is dark tonight," said a woman huddled oh the couch of her living room. "It is," said her male companion beside her. Both of them sat on the couch hugging their knees, covered in blankets, clothed in sleeping wear. A crsip fire was longed for in their minds, but they couldn't find a flame. "Where do you think the sun goes?" said the woman.
"I don't know. I think it just gets tired, like we do."
"I wish it would stay," spoken with a quiet yawn and a sigh.

A soft howl of the cool fall wind pounding upon the walls of their small house broke the silence between the two on their couch.

"Dave, when do you think the warmth will come back? Its been gone for ages now."
"I don't know."
"Its normally back after a year. But its been three. Or has it been four? What year is it?"
"2056. The warmth left five years ago."
"Had it really been that long?"
"The cold is messing with us. Trying to get us to leave. Its altering our world so we wont want it anymore."
"I wish the warmth would come back. The cold isn't very nice."
"No, its not."

Silence filled the air, and time slowly ticked its way through the everlasting night. It seemed that the two on the couch had been waiting for a very long time for something to disrupt their peace. Nothing came. Deep breaths filled their lungs as the cold air surrounded them even more, making the night drag on suspicioulsy.

The soft crunch of leaves was heard outside of their front door as a figure slowly entered the house in which they lay. He had a large, black overcoat with a soothing deep brown hat hugging his scalp. As he removed his over coat, revealing a muscular exterior, he slipped off his hiking shoes and took a seat on an arm chair next to the couch in the living room, which was right next to the door.

"Did you get any further information?" said the huddleing Dave on the couch.
"No, but were getting closer." Sinking into the cushion of the arm chair created a feel of releif on his face, as he could finally relax.
"If we could just figure out other substances to feed to a fire besides wood, hay, and paper, we could have fires last longer." sighed the muscular man.
"We still have some wood, don't we?"
"The stores are out of stock. We only have printer paper, but we need those to feed to the furnaces that heat the labs."
"Oh," Dave trailed off.

"Is their any other way we can maintain a fire?"spoke up the woman in a hushed voice, as if to remain secretive from the world.
"No." A spark of fear flared through the man's face as his eyes blinked slowly with little hope. "I once heard that long ago, people used something called lighters or matches. They could save us," he continued. At this line the muscular man then grabbed a blanket off of a pile on the ground and wrapped himself inside of it.

There was a good five minutes that no one spoke. They all thought in deep silence. As they thought with the cold harsh air surrounding them, they slowly drifted into a dreaming atmosphere. Each breath drawn in became slower and deeper as their dreams became more intense, and more real. All three peculiar personalities dreamt the same thing. They all dreamt that the cold would leave their world and force out their life of fear. As subtle smiles creased in their numb faces, dawn drew nearer and nearer until the moon made it's shining rays of light stream over each of their faces. The rays of light waking them up, caused a feeling of unhappiness as their dreams were proved to be nothing but a hopeful wish.

The muscular man was not the first awake, but the first to rise. He slowly made his way to his hiking boots, keeping the blanket that covered him that night near. After sliding on his hiking boots, he then dropped the blanket on the ground and exchanged it for his black overcoat. His companions watched him as he made his way into another room to retreive a peice of bread. Once back in the living room, he stood there staring quizzically out of the window, near the door.

"Hank?" asked the female in a conerned tone.
"Hm?" the man replied.
"Whats wrong?"
"We can't do anything."

Hesistating, Hank stood in front of them pondering.

"Where are you going?" asked Dave, "back to the lab?"
"No," muttered Hank with sad eyes looking to the floor.
"Then where are you going?"
"Im going to pick up Will."
"But its not your week yet."
"I know. I just want to see him." With this, Hank opened the door of the small house and departed from his friends for a short amount of time, even though his voyage would take him hours.

Walking at a steady pace, foot after foot, breath after breath, Hank reached a part of the city that he came to often.

Description
"The world is dark tonight," said a woman huddled oh the couch of her living room. "It is," said her male companion beside her. Both of them sat on the couch hugging their knees, covered in blankets, clothed in sleeping wear. A crsip fire was longed for in their minds, but they couldn't find a flame. "Where do you think the sun goes?" said the woman.
"I don't know. I think it just gets tired, like we do."
"I wish it would stay," spoken with a quiet yawn and a sigh.

A soft howl of the cool fall wind pounding upon the walls of their small house broke the silence between the two on their couch.

"Dave, when do you think the warmth will come back? Its been gone for ages now."
"I don't know."
"Its normally back after a year. But its been three. Or has it been four? What year is it?"
"2056. The warmth left five years ago."
"Had it really been that long?"
"The cold is messing with us. Trying to get us to leave. Its altering our world so we wont want it anymore."
"I wish the warmth would come back. The cold isn't very nice."
"No, its not."

Silence filled the air, and time slowly ticked its way through the everlasting night. It seemed that the two on the couch had been waiting for a very long time for something to disrupt their peace. Nothing came. Deep breaths filled their lungs as the cold air surrounded them even more, making the night drag on suspicioulsy.

The soft crunch of leaves was heard outside of their front door as a figure slowly entered the house in which they lay. He had a large, black overcoat with a soothing deep brown hat hugging his scalp. As he removed his over coat, revealing a muscular exterior, he slipped off his hiking shoes and took a seat on an arm chair next to the couch in the living room, which was right next to the door.

"Did you get any further information?" said the huddleing Dave on the couch.
"No, but were getting closer." Sinking into the cushion of the arm chair created a feel of releif on his face, as he could finally relax.
"If we could just figure out other substances to feed to a fire besides wood, hay, and paper, we could have fires last longer." sighed the muscular man.
"We still have some wood, don't we?"
"The stores are out of stock. We only have printer paper, but we need those to feed to the furnaces that heat the labs."
"Oh," Dave trailed off.

"Is their any other way we can maintain a fire?"spoke up the woman in a hushed voice, as if to remain secretive from the world.
"No." A spark of fear flared through the man's face as his eyes blinked slowly with little hope. "I once heard that long ago, people used something called lighters or matches. They could save us," he continued. At this line the muscular man then grabbed a blanket off of a pile on the ground and wrapped himself inside of it.

There was a good five minutes that no one spoke. They all thought in deep silence. As they thought with the cold harsh air surrounding them, they slowly drifted into a dreaming atmosphere. Each breath drawn in became slower and deeper as their dreams became more intense, and more real. All three peculiar personalities dreamt the same thing. They all dreamt that the cold would leave their world and force out their life of fear. As subtle smiles creased in their numb faces, dawn drew nearer and nearer until the moon made it's shining rays of light stream over each of their faces. The rays of light waking them up, caused a feeling of unhappiness as their dreams were proved to be nothing but a hopeful wish.

The muscular man was not the first awake, but the first to rise. He slowly made his way to his hiking boots, keeping the blanket that covered him that night near. After sliding on his hiking boots, he then dropped the blanket on the ground and exchanged it for his black overcoat. His companions watched him as he made his way into another room to retreive a peice of bread. Once back in the living room, he stood there staring quizzically out of the window, near the door.

"Hank?" asked the female in a conerned tone.
"Hm?" the man replied.
"Whats wrong?"
"We can't do anything."

Hesistating, Hank stood in front of them pondering.

"Where are you going?" asked Dave, "back to the lab?"
"No," muttered Hank with sad eyes looking to the floor.
"Then where are you going?"
"Im going to pick up Will."
"But its not your week yet."
"I know. I just want to see him." With this, Hank opened the door of the small house and departed from his friends for a short amount of time, even though his voyage would take him hours.

Walking at a steady pace, foot after foot, breath after breath, Hank reached a part of the city that he came to often.