It was the bolt, striking twice in the same spot.
The two white faces looked at each other, gaped at each other, insanely.

He could see her breath come and go, shortly, and the deathly pallor of her face, and the relaxed lower jaw that had fallen a little away from the drooping upper lip.

But she neither moved nor spoke.

The match burned to her finger-ends, and fell to the floor.
Darkness enveloped them again.
"You!" he repeatedly vacuously.

The blackness and the silence seemed to blanket and smother him, like something tangible to the touch.