Seven o'clock, dark already, and you're down in the basement looking for a sweatshirt. The furnace sits against the wall where it always does, and it isn't making any sound at all. No hum, no rush of air through the ducts overhead. You put your hand near the vent and feel nothing coming out. A little dust hangs in the air by the cabinet, stirred up from when you bumped past it on the stairs. Upstairs the thermostat is set to 68 and the house doesn't feel like it. You crouch down and look at the furnace, like looking will tell you something, but it just sits there, dark and quiet, while outside the temperature keeps dropping.