"No. Just a lonely little light bulb out for an evening stroll."
The rocket pilot's laughter wasn't altogether friendly. "I know it's
you. I meant, what are you doing here?"
"I saw the lights in the rocket dome go out. The entrance was open, so
I came in. Maybe I can help."
"They're off, all right. Everything. Even the standby system." The
rocket pilot moved closer. The deadly little toaster was in his hand.
"You can't help. You'd better get out. It's against regulations for
you to be in here."