You're down in the basement around six, coat still on, and you hit the thermostat on your way past but nothing kicks on. The furnace sits there dark. You crouch by the cabinet and there's a thin haze of dust hanging where the blower should be pushing air, like it tried and gave up. Outside it's already near zero and dropping. You bang the side panel back into place, flip the switch off and on, nothing. Upstairs your family's got sweaters on and the dog's curled by the register that isn't doing anything. You're pulling out your phone, not sure who to even call this late, scrolling past names you don't recognize, wondering which one shows up tonight and which one just lets it ring.