Dr Oliver Mannion cackled madly. "Igor!" he cried. "Pull the switch!"
"Igor!" he said again. "Pull the switch!"
Still nothing. Oliver glared over at Igor's assigned place by the transformer. No Igor. What he saw instead was a small pile of ash melting sadly into an expanding puddle of water. He looked up at the ceiling. Rain was dripping through.
"Rats," he said. "Probably should have gotten that fixed."