Laurie (a not-great cook) is doing her part by rinsing vegetables, and she curses as the lights go out, reaching up to turn off the taps with a frustrated click of her tongue. She's about to find a rag to dry her hands, to figure out the next best course of action, when there's the clatter of the knife, and--

"David! Oh, my god."

She might reflect later that there is some weird ripple through things, but the phenomenon hits her more like anxiety than pain, and she can easily attribute that to her friend falling out in the middle of her kitchen. She rushes over, hand between his shoulders as she crouches down beside him. She assumes he's cut himself, naturally. Tough luck that Josh isn't home.

"Are you okay? Let me see."