What happened

Well, Crowley knew he'd have to get to work at some point. He was good at his job, that was the crux. And he liked things that he was good at.

He's already taken time to get a feel for the City. Currents of information, the flow of the City changing, the way people moved through it, from the mundane inhabitants to the superpowered humans. It wasn't easy, but one thing had come naturally to Crowley.

Technology.

He'd always been good with technology. He loved the humans for inventing it. For having the imagination to invent it. And they were so deliciously dependent on it. It just made things easier. Poor creatures. When it decided to stop working, by fair means or foul, they went into these gloriously dark moods, and spread their annoyance like a plague.

Sitting in his flat, Crowley closed his eyes and dismissed physical reality from his senses. Locking on to the lines of communication, he carefully started to disrupt things. At first, it was slow - a simple static signal across the City. Cell phones crackled, wireless signals weakened, portable computers lost communication abilities. That lasted for about twenty-five minutes.

Then came the next wave. Cell phone service was obliterated by a severe static storm in every cell phone tower. All forms of wireless communication was terminated. No signals could be received or transmitted. Low-frequency radios began to suffer from static interference.

It was an hour later that the hard lines began to feel the effects. Just as everyone began to feel comforted that at least those were working, televisions, computers, radios, and even landline phones were cut off by the increasing static storms.

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She thought she was dead.

She saw the gun, she felt the pain, and she remembered collapsing into Sayid's arms as her vision became foggy and it was just such an effot to stay upright and stay awake. So she took the easy way out, and went to sleep.

She woke up when Vincent decided it was a good idea to lick her nose.

Ew. Dog germs.

Shannon thought she'd wake to Jack, to Sayid, maybe even Sun, brandishing some miracle medicine made of clown fish and onions. She did not expect to be propped up against a brick wall, on a decidedly concrete ground, staring across the street to a Starbucks.

The smell of coffee was overwhelming. Shannon groaned and buried her face in her hands. "I'm going mad."

Vincent wagged his tail happily beside her. She looked at him, with a mixture of confusion and disgust. "This is all your fault."

When someone is thrown into a completely unfamiliar and downright werid situation, they either get very, very panicked, or go very, very calm. Shannon's subconsciousness has decided that this was not the time to panic yet.

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