The stairs were dark. They lead down into more darkness without any reprieve. Down, down I walked with only my torch for company. On the dusty wall was a single thick wire, almost a cable. I followed it intently to make sure it was unmarked and unbroken. The only sounds were the scrape of my feet on the stone as I stepped down each step, and made each turn at the landings every thirteenth stair. After twenty minutes I could hear my labored breathing also. Finally the bottom. There was no break in the wire, it had just become disconnected. Gently I retied the end of thick wire to the Fallen Angel. On the surface power would be restored to the village. It looked at me with hatred as I walked away to began my long climb back up.