Faye feels herself being pulled up by her ears, a nice stretchy feeling. She must be an electric elf! As everything turns blue and fuzzy. So many things need electricity! She dashes to the well to fill her bucket. She fills the TV first, why not, but then the lamp needs some and she has to hurry! Well lamp well phone well clock and already the TV is almost out, electricity draining out the bottom, faster, she sobs laughs a squeal so fast the well blue crackles her halo somewhere she’s shuddering, tight, curled up with something hidden in her fist–