"Arthur, I knew you were still at the office. Please go home. There's a storm about to hit!" Elena shrieked at her boss through the phone when she found out he was still at the office. It wasn't the first time she brought the storm up to him, it must've been a dozen times that day. She had tried since eleven o'clock in the morning to get him to pack up his stuff and find some refuge. This storm was supposed to be the worst one to hit Southern England, and particularly London, in many years. When he hadn't budged at two o'clock, she went home, scowling at her boss when she left his office.

Arthur put the back of his pen into his mouth and stared at his screen. "Hmmm, yes, after I finish this."

Elena sighed heavily over the phone. "Arthur, this is getting ridiculous." She waited a few more seconds to see if her boss was changing his mind, before growling loudly. "That's it! I give up. Arthur, I'm going hang up now so I can be with my family. I pray to god you will go home now as well. I seriously don't want to turn on the news tomorrow and see your dead body on there. You hear me!"

"Hmm-m, yes, dully noted." Arthur murmured and ended the call. Elena was just overreacting, just like everyone else. Even the news was so overreacting. It was bloody England, of course there would be rain, of course there would be wind. There really was no difference than any other day of the week.

Code red. Arthur sniffled at the thought. Yeah, like that's a first. Every time the Met Office sends out a code red it always turns out to be a lot lighter than they predicted. He's sure this time won't be any different.

Arthur did glance at the clock and saw it was almost seven pm. When did it become that late? Maybe it's time for him to go home, take a long hot shower, do some revision work and then eat some left-overs before diving into bed so he can wake up refreshed before tomorrow's work day.

Yes, that's exactly what he's going to do.

He checks his mailbox one last time and when he has sent out one last important email, he shuts his computer off and throws some papers he needs to revise in his suitcase and puts on his long coat.

Outside the wind had picked up a bit, but not nearly as much as the reporters said it would. Amateurs.

Thankfully his car was close-by and when he's seated he turns up the heating.

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"What the hell!" Arthur shot up on his bed after hearing a particularly hard crash. Was it coming from outside?

He climbed out of bed and opened his curtains. It was raining heavily and he guessed it was still in the middle of the night since the lamppost lights were still on, albeit now flickering. He looked around more from behind the window and saw the powerlines and trees shaking by the strong winds and all kinds of stuff and trash were dragged along the streets by the wind. If he saw correctly, some parked cars were also moving just slightly.

The loud crash he heard just now must've been coming from the trashcans that were picked up by the wind and slammed against his house. It must've been that, because he was witnessing it right now with another trashcan.

"The hell." Arthur exclaimed again and turned away from the window. He tried to turn on the lights, but they didn't do anything. "What is this kind of crap!" Arthur yelled, searching for his phone with the little light offered to him from outside. When he found it, he had no signal and Arthur sighed heavily and sat down on his bed, holding his phone up until he could find a wifi-signal.

When he finally found one, he went to the latest news broadcast. It was broadcasted an hour ago.

"We've just got confirmation that most of Crawley has been suffering from major flooding and electricity blackouts. People are desperately trying to flee from the rising water and most families are being caught up on the roofs of their homes. The emergency services are trying everything in their power to help these families. The storm doesn't have any signs of slowing down as it heads to London, where it will hit the lower part the hardest. The people in the lower part are being evacuated as much as the emergency services can handle, but advice is to stay indoors and barricade doors and windows. The storm is headed to Ipswich after London, before meteorologist claim that this storm will leave England. For now the Royal Family is evacuated to –"

Arthur clicked the broadcast away, he couldn't care less what those royal bastards did. Damn, this storm was no joke as he suspected. But he might be safe from it. After all he lived in the upper part of London. He just had to sit tight for now and then in the morning he could get on with life as he knew it.

If only that would be true.

* Met office is UK's national weather service