The Dark Hour. It's a tacky name, and he's not quite taking this girl seriously yet. This certainly doesn't seem like an ordinary blackout, and even his watch has stopped (even batteries were screwing up? strange) and the moon is still sneering down at them in a sinister green glow. But a hidden piece of time and monsters.

He scratches at an itch at the back of his head and tucks his hands in his pockets. Well, then.

"Where are we going?"