Sorry, Octavia, Duke's paranoia was getting pretty insistent that it was any direction. No matter how much he tried to remind it that she'd always have his back.

Audrey looked around, then picked a direction, managing to lead them right to the fuse box. Duke watched Nathan flip the switches to no avail, and took an angry pull on his bottle.

"Not the breakers," Nathan noted.

"Right, well." Audrey frowned. "There's gotta be a back-up generator around here somewhere, right?"