Allow me to set the scene: You have just arrived home after a long ride in a cramped car, your neck stiff from falling asleep in an awkward position. The first thing you notice upon stepping out of the car is a once-towering tree, uprooted and on its side like a fallen soldier. The air is damp and muggy.

You quickly run inside to the reprieve of your air-conditioned house, kicking off your shoes and dropping your bags at the door. You change out of jean shorts which left imprints on the backs of your legs from sitting too long. Finally in an old sweatshirt and soft pants, you plop onto the couch, ready to settle into a refreshed Instagram feed.

Clicking the colorful icon that your thumb goes to instinctively, you watch the graphic on the screen circle as the app loads new pictures.

"No Internet Connection."

What? Your eyes dart to the WiFi icon in the top left corner of your screen. There it is, automatically connected like it always is when you come home. Exiting Instagram you open the Settings app to investigate.

You appear to be connected to your home network, and yet when you expand the details, you see that there seems to be a problem with your router. Puzzled, you turn off your wifi and wait for 3G or LTE to connect.

Finally! "LTE" appears in the spot where the WiFi symbol sat seconds ago. Settling back into the cushions, you reopen Instagram and pull the screen down to refresh it.

"No Internet Connection."

You feel a bead of sweat form on your forehead. It has now been three hours since you last checked your feed. WHAT ARE YOU MISSING? Something's off here.

With a sigh of exasperation, you push yourself off the couch. It makes no difference though - wherever you walk, the connection doesn't seem to improve.

Your heart begins to race, you feel the flow of oxygen into your lungs slow. Your breathing has become labored and ragged. You run upstairs, almost too dizzy to keep yourself upright.

As you pass the front door, propped slightly ajar, you catch a glimpse of leaves and broken branches obstructing half of the road.

And that's when it sinks in. You realize, abruptly, that the same storm that took down the gargantuan tree outside must have interfered with the cell towers.

A quick chat with your mom confirms your theory. The WiFi and all internet connection have been down in your neighborhood since the tornado touched down yesterday afternoon.

You feel the blood drain from your face. You wander aimlessly around the house. Your brother shakes you, breaking the trance you were in...you had been staring at a salt shaker for ten minutes straight.

What is the meaning of life now? Who are you without this tenuous connection to the digital world? When was the last time you went this long without being informed of your colleagues' every thought, action, and feeling?

How long has it been...months?...years? You have lost any concept of time, along with your grasp on reality. You shake your hands at the sky in frustration, cursing this damned tornado for its -

Wait.

I've got 3G again.

Okay, well... this is the end I guess.