He came. He plugged in a gizmo. It beeped. He waved another gizmo in front of the other socket and the box where the line enters the apartment. It emitted static.

Now he's gone off to the box in the street, leaving the gizmo that beeps behind.

The next step may involve the sacrifice of a chicken, for which I have made no provision. Perhaps supplies it. In any case, I am cautiously optimistic.