Post-power knock-out.

[mistermonk]

Who: Adrian Monk, Open
When: Post-blackout
Where: The Stairwell between the first and second floor of the boarding house.

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[thegooddrjones]

Martha didn't mind the dark. She was used to the dark and the feeling of closed-in eyes that came with it, especially when there was odd things around. So she had taken a deep breath and put her hand on the railing, deciding that there needed to be some candles in the kitchen, or if nothing else the sky would be lighter outside. Her steps on the stairs were quick, careful and soft; the last thing she wanted to do was to tumble down them and end up hurt in some manner. It was different now that House was here, of course, but still... it worried her

[mistermonk]

He didn't bother turning toward the sound of her voice; if he couldn't see in one direction, he certainly couldn't see in any other. As if confirming what he already knew, however, he asked, "Dr. Jones?"

He knew Martha didn't particularly like him. When he'd first arrived, he'd asked to call Natalie, then asked for a private bathroom - both suggestions rejected in what seemed like total exasperation by the good doctor. If she had been frustrated with him, however, he didn't understand why. They seemed like perfectly reasonable requests.

He paused, then added weakly, "It's dark. I think...I think it's a blackout."

[thegooddrjones]

"Martha, please." She smiled at him even though he couldn't see it. The doctor had been frustrated with him, because she had thought that she had tried to explain things clearly, and in the end, she hadn't really, or he hadn't listened... the days and the events that had worn on had taken away why that was. It was hard to be angry at someone when you'd committed an act of murder, even if it hadn't been her who had done it.

"I think you're right. All the streetlights are out as well. I think it may be the town. I'm sure I've seen candles in the kitchen though. Well you come?" Martha's voice was calm, and she reached towards where she thought he was again. "I think we can do it if we stick together." Thirteen more steps to the first level, then probably twenty-five steps to the kitchen cabinets. It was easily doable.

[mistermonk]

There was a very long pause in both Monk's thought process - which was consumed by the idea that it was very, very dark - and his reply to Martha's suggestion. Something the woman did not yet seem to grasp about Adrian Monk was his total inability to function in certain situations, such as power outages or soccer riots.

"I can't see." Obviously.