[PART 6: WAKE]
[You're in your own bed, suddenly wide awake. It's dark, as if the middle of the night, and your communicator is settled nearby, where you usually place it when you take it off for the night, as are your weapons.]
[You might feel a little strange -- a tingling in your body as you move -- even your hair might feel wrong -- but nothing seems out of place. There's no alarms going off, no robots around you, no underground anything. It's just cool, calm night, and you're in your room, wherever you live. Maybe it was all just a dream?]
[Or maybe it wasn't. Any bruises from the warden's weapons or taser marks you took during the fight are there on your skin. The electricity doesn't work; there's no glow from alarm clocks, the light switches do nothing, and the refrigerators are dark and warm -- with no food in them. Roommates who weren't with you when you passed out are sound asleep -- and they can't be woken up. They just lie there, unresponsive, when you speak to or touch them. It's as if they can't respond to you at all. Even your pets are unresponsive, curled up and sound asleep.]
[And if you go outside, the dome is pitch black. There are a very few scattered street lights, not doing much to illuminate the darkness. There are no "stars" in the artificial sky, just a deep -- deep black.]
((OOC: What do you do? How do you react? Who do you call? Go thread! Sentience is not available for this part.))