Somehow you've managed to find your way to the kitchen. Strange, there is no bubbling sound, no scent--burnt or otherwise--of soup.

Then it hits you, in that wonderful flash of insight that happens in every electrical storm; the stove wouldn't be working if the electricity's out!

You feel silly, just as you do when you flick on a lightswitch, turn on the TV.

Clam chowder's just as good slightly warm, you figure, so you feel your way to the stove.