Arjuna waited by the kerosene lamp. An hour passed. Two.

With trembling fingers, Arjuna downloaded the PDF. The laptop fan whirred like a trapped insect. 8% battery.

The generator coughed, then died. The last kerosene lamp in Dr. Arjuna’s clinic sputtered, casting long, dancing shadows across stacks of crumbling paper. Outside, the Sumatran jungle hummed its damp, green symphony. Inside, the clock had stopped at 11:47 PM.