Before 1948, there was something funny about the Southland's electricity. Plug in a clock from New York and it would lose 10 minutes every hour. Spin a record on a turntable from San Francisco and it would sound deep and drowsy. Some gadgets wouldn't work at all.
They're out there, biding their time. Waiting patiently. And when you least expect it, they're going to plunge you and everyone you care about into total darkness.