Tucker continued to think, a clock somewhere behind him ticking somewhat obnoxiously. Frowning as he thought, he typed in The clock behind me will run out of power in the next three seconds.
A vibration from his phone, he counted the ticks. One. Two. Three.
BWUMMMMM
With a low throb, the entire gym lost power. Oh dammit, that must've been plugged into the wall.
He could hear some shouts and voices milling around, some people must've been hurt by the machines back in the gym. Not wanting to be the cause of any tragedy, he quickly typed again:
My last note never happened.
With another vibrate and a quick POP, the lights went back on and only Tucker was left with the memory of the power outage.
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