Let Your Cell-Light Shine
That's only nearly enough light, mind you. It couldn't quite penetrate the inky blackness of the corridor to the elevators and prevent me from whacking my ribs on the defunct water fountain. Still, it was a lot better than nothing.
And I'm glad the elevators were working when I did find them. I'm not sure my battery, or my knees, would have held out down twenty flights of stairs.
— Dan Jones, Site Editor, Unstrung