At 5:39 Cora went to check on the chicken nuggets. They were still a bit soft and not quite as golden brown as she would have liked, so she closed the oven door again, forcing a billow of hot air onto her face that made her eyes sting slightly. She glanced at the nuggets through the halftone-dotted oven door to check they were safe, and rose back up with just her legs. She noticed the time on the oven clock. 3:46. She had always kept the clocks in the house exactly on time, and took a dim view of people who did not. There had been a power cut. Or something.