Lighthouse

Soon, the after image had faded and Charlie found herself in complete darkness, save the Maglight at the toe of her boot. She surmised she was still in the lighthouse, but the darkness troubled her, as did the storm beating against the walls.
Last she knew, it was nearly lunch time, and it was bright and sunny. Looking at her watch it said 11:45, so she either lost 12 hours or something even stranger was going on. Turning the light back towards the way she came confirmed the latter. The only feature she found was a door, being battered by the wind and rain.
From up above she heard a whistling sound, like the wind was coming in from some where. Checking the other side of the chamber, she found a set of stairs. With nowhere else to go, she set to following them up.
About halfway up, Charlie heard a muffled boom, like someone had fired a cannon. She stopped, startled, but when the walls didn't fall down on her, she continued on.
Not long after that she came to a door. That whistling sound she heard from below was much louder, and the wind was banging the door back and forth. Pushing it open, she found herself at the top of the lighthouse.
It was dark here too, except for the ambient light of the sky. Sure enough, one windows was out.
Through the gloom and the rain, she could see a figure on the ground underneath a large panel.
Charlie walked over, and pulling the panel off, found a woman lying there. She was wearing some sort of rain gear over one of those outfits you see women wear at Williamsburg or on the Freedom Trail for benefit of the tourists.
She turned the lady flat on her back and determined that she was breathing, just knocked out.
Charlie looked at the panel and noted that it was the same size as the space the window once occupied. Putting two and two together, Charlie went to work lining up the panel to that void.
It wasn't a snap, what with the wind, but she managed to wrestle it into place and secure it with latches she found attached to the window frame.
Now with wind and rain at bay, she turned to the lens. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but it was dark, this is a lighthouse, it obviously wasn't 2010 at the moment, so she had to see what she could do.
She was in luck. It wasn't an electric lamp, but some sort of lantern, filled with oil. Low-tech was good in this case. She fished around her belt and found her torch lighter.

The captain of the good ship, The Matchless, was fairly certain he was near Plymouth. He thought he might have heard a fog cannon, but with the gale and the rain, he couldn't be positive.
Suddenly, a flash of light pierced the darkness. Instantly, the captain noticed he was too close to land and there was a phalanx of jagged rocks near to port. He turned the wheel sharp to starboard and missed the danger by a decent margin.
"My Lord, Charlie," Captain O'Conner cursed to himself, "t'was a near thing."

Hannah picked herself off the floor, rubbing her head. The storm still raged, but to her amazement the space where the window had broken was covered and the light was working. Even more amazing, she was quite alone.

Charlie blinked away the after image, Maglight in her mouth, lighter in her hand, dazed. She was at the top of the lighthouse, sunshine pouring through the windows.
She shuffled her way back to the stairs and found the door no longer there. She made it down to ground floor without remembering a single step. She came back to herself when she saw the opening she had made earlier at ground level.
As she was collecting her gear, Phil, her foreman approached.
"Break time," he said.
Taking a look at her he commented, "How did you get wet?"
With a crooked smile she replied, "You'd never believe it, Phil"