[Has a stack of a few books to read later, tucked under one arm. He blinks a little at the sudden darkness, hoping that his eyes will adjust... There's got to be some light somewhere, right?
Doesn't appear to be. Russell scowls in the dark, but lets Fletcher take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.] I don't know. But don't worry. We'll find our way back to the house. Let me see if the map thing still works...