"Think it's the whole street!" Owen announced, dashing back indoors with a dripping raincoat pulled over his head. He didn't have the chance to close the door before a fierce gale yanked it shut with unparalleled viciousness.
Owen winced as the windows shook. The wind went on hissing through the gap under the door, just as it had done all day. As if it wasn't bad enough to have robbed them of electricity, the foul weather had to come with eerie sound effects, too.
Well, there was nothing for it except to hope it ended as quickly as it had begun. Wasn't like they could evacuate.
"At least the phones are charged," he offered. In classic Owen fashion, he was determined to look on the bright side. He stepped gingerly around the puddle he'd made in the foyer and hung up the raincoat. Twenty seconds outside and it was soaked. His jeans were a little better, and would dry soon enough. "If Todash gets swept away on my one night off… um, Mike?" He'd left Mike in the living room, lighting candles.