Whilst reading, Lucius picked up his tea cup again. Slowly he drank the Ceylon tea, which had been sweetened appropriately with four sugar cubes.  He really did his utmost to understand the book, but it was actually more interesting to inspect the elegant writing than the actual words. He refocused on the book, promising himself that if it still didn't work in fifteen minutes, he'd give up on it. Surely, it bothered his honour a little that he was incapable of understanding this, but it wasn't worth it to be agitated about.<br/><br/>Suddenly the lights went out. Lucius sighed deep as he put down his cup, intuitively knowing where his table was. "Geeeooorrggee.. Are you at it again?" he asked grumbling, as his hand felt over the velvet upholstered couch, searching for the bookmarker that was supposed to lay somewhere near. With another flash of lightening, he could see the bookmarker, which had almost the same colour as the royal red couch. He picked it up and put it in the book, closing it then to put it down onto the coffee table in front of him.<br/><br/>"George, are you there?" he wondered then, getting up from the couch. He carefully wandered to the kitchen to check whether the ghost was there, but when he didn't see him, he checked the other rooms, where there was no sign of the ghost either. He walked back, briefly seeing  a strange shadow as the lightning struck, but it he was too occupied with the lack of electricity to notice it.<br/><br/>"How strange..." he mumbled, before realizing it might just be the safety fuses. How silly of him, to first question George's guilt, before checking out the safety fuses. He wandered to a built-in closet and opened it, revealing a small panel with the safety fuses. He switched them on and off, but nothing changed. He assumed they were broken. That would be something to call for tomorrow, as he was too lazy to call right now. Though, probably no one would be willing to come out and fix it at this hour and with this weather either.<br/><br/>"Oh well" Lucius heaved his shoulders as he strolled to the kitchen to get a lighter. With that he sauntered back into the living room and lit up some candles, which were scattered in room, for he liked candles a lot. They gave a nice comfy feeling, just like fireplaces did. Lucius doubted whether he'd get a hand-held gaming device from his room, but then he decided to give the book one last chance. Thus he found himself on the couch again, with the book on his lap, trying to read it with the mere candle light, as people would  have done before the presence of electricity.<br/><br/>He had to admit, the incoherent book, combined with only the soft light of the candles did make him drowsy. It didn't help either that his apartment was nice and warm, whilst he could hear the weather raging outside. Without truly realizing so, he slowly leaned more aside, against the arm rest of the couch. His breathing slowed as his eyes  decided it was a good moment to call it a night.