"In New York City half the power capacity has gone out of commission. Some emergency units have been thrown into operation, but these cannot carry the load, and even some of them have failed. Elsewhere, across the nation, the story is similar. In Chicago, Kansas City, St. Louis, Washington, San Francisco--the power systems are breaking down along with motor and rail transportation. "For some hours now, the President and his Cabinet have been in session with dozens of scientific leaders trying to find an explanation and a cure for this disastrous failure of machinery. Rumors which were broadcast widely this morning concerning possible effects of the comet have been thoroughly discredited by these scientists, who call them superstitions belonging back in the Middle Ages. "One final report has just come over the air by shortwave. In the Atlantic Ocean the Italian steamer _White Bird_ has radioed frantically that her engines are dead. Over eight hundred passengers and crew are aboard. "All ship sailings have been canceled since noon today. Vessels at sea are returning to nearest port. There is no ship available which can take off the stranded passengers and crew of the _White Bird_. She floats helpless and alone tonight in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. "As a power-conservation measure, broadcasting on this network will cease until midnight, eastern standard time. Turn your radios off. Keep all unnecessary lights off. Avoid consumption of power in every possible way. Be with us again at midnight for the latest news and information." There was a restlessness in all of Mayfield. None of the townspeople felt like sleeping that night. Ken's group watched the comet until it disappeared below the horizon. Some of them observed it through the telescope. On either side of the Maddoxes' yard the voices of neighbors could be heard under the night sky, speaking in hushed tones of the thing that had happened. Maria and Mrs. Larsen arrived, and Maria joined Ken and his friends in the backyard. He told her what they had heard on the radio. "That ship ..." Maria said slowly. "The _White Bird_, out there alone in the ocean--what will become of all those people?" Ken shook his head slowly. "There's no way to get to them. There's not a thing that can be done. Nothing at all." They remained quiet for a long time, as if each were thinking his own thoughts about the mystery and loneliness and death riding the forsaken ship in the middle of the ocean, and how soon it might be that the same dark shadow settled over the cities and towns. Maria thought of her far-off homeland, and the people she knew, suddenly frightened and helpless in their inability to get power and food.