People in the base wandered worriedly around the darkend lobby.
"Where's the base leader?"
"Shouldn't it be mourning by now?"
"Who turned off the sun?"
"Should we open quarantine?"
"Yes, let me out! There's RATS in here!"
Spaceman stood silent against the wall, gun in hand. Standing agianst walls may seem like a strange tactic, but it means that you won't be surprised. Anything that comes will come in front of you. And whether its Cthulu, tomb spirits, weeping angels, or a "Thing", its best to know whats comming. That much history had taught him painfully enough. The noise, and the suspicous absence of the base master bothered Dr.Leo, stuff doesn't just dissapear. Something causes disaperances... something that can dissapear you too. But nothing happened. The noise had stopped, and, seeing that there where enough people in the lobby now that any disturbance would be quickly noted, he went to get coffe.
"Good... er... Mourning, I suppose"
"I hope you slept well?" responded the lady at the coffe table
"Sleep? huh? I vaguely remember that... something from my childhood... Besides, there's no such thing as sleep deprivation, only caffein defficiency!"