Vera was in the middle of writing a report when her computer screen went black. “What the - “ The office was strangely dim, the overhead fan powered only by its inertia. “We’re all going to freeze to death!” Tracy banged out of his office, his blue eyes wide with panic. He tripped over Vera’s chair legs, grabbing the wheeled base as he sprawled. Vera swiveled, raising her feet to avoid kicking her boss, “Is it still snowing out there?” “Yes, and we’ll have to dig our way out like moles,” Tracy sat up, “Did you know moles have poisonous spit?” Vera stood, groundhogging over her cubicle wall. The snow still fell, big puffy flakes accumulating on the window ledges. She didn’t even want to think about what the streets looked like. “We’re on the third floor, Tracy, the snow isn’t that deep.” “Hey Vera, if two moles kiss do they both die?” Tracy sat with his legs splayed, cupping his kneecaps in his palms, “It’d be like Romeo and Juliet with giant burrowing rode