Perfect Timing

It's approaching 1:30 in the morning. I'm in Jacob's secret lair at the base of the statue. Locke (version MIB) has Ben on the brink of killing the magnificent man. We know he's an impostor. It's tense. It's dark. And then, pvvt. Power gone. TV out. Jacob and his weave, Ben and his knife, Locke and his scowl, they all just vanish into the darkness. Let the obscenities fly! And I am stuck with only 10 minutes of battery life to tell this story. I thought Jack, Sawyer and Locke had it rough...this takes the cake.