Vera was in the middle of writing a report when her computer screen went black. āWhat the - ā The office was strangely dim, the overhead fan powered only by its inertia. āWeāre all going to freeze to death!ā Tracy banged out of his office, his blue eyes wide with panic. He tripped over Veraās chair legs, grabbing the wheeled base as he sprawled. Vera swiveled, raising her feet to avoid kicking her boss, āIs it still snowing out there?ā āYes, and weāll have to dig our way out like moles,ā Tracy sat up, āDid you know moles have poisonous spit?ā Vera stood, groundhogging over her cubicle wall. The snow still fell, big puffy flakes accumulating on the window ledges. She didnāt even want to think about what the streets looked like. āWeāre on the third floor, Tracy, the snow isnāt that deep.ā āHey Vera, if two moles kiss do they both die?ā Tracy sat with his legs splayed, cupping his kneecaps in his palms, āItād be like Romeo and Juliet w...