The whimpering was coming from somewhere to his left, Noah decided, turning his head that way. The sun hadn't completely set outside, but it was dark enough to make navigating through a stranger's unlit house difficult. A small voice - a girl's - called back to him, telling him in a most unhelpful manner: 'We're in here.' Noah rolled his eyes in the entrance way, before pushing forward, then turning to the left. The same girlish voice then said, 'In the living room.'
Something squeaked under his heel. He kicked it aside. Then he saw something quite strange. Small ...what looked like, pulsing bolts of electricity emanating from the room ahead, vaguely illuminating three shapes on a couch. There was a girl, her eyes closed, with her arms around the neighbors' brats. Maybe that - the electricity - was what caused the power outage? Noah didn't know. What he did know was that it was coming from the girl. And that she was hugging children.
Looking extremely annoyed, Noah spoke from the entrance to the room. He fumbled for his phone, pulling it from his pocket. He used its screen to shine some light on the hunched figures in front of him. "Whoa, tiger. Step away from the kids."