A flash of lightening blazed across the night sky. Mark, felt himself begin to tremble as the thunder followed. It was cold and the rain drops pounding against him didn't help matters. He sighed and ran his fingers through his soaking wet hair. His mind was racing with a billion thoughts that he couldn't seem to sort out. The day had been tough, with his new job as a host at the new restaurant a few blocks down. The day had begun with an old lady walking in and screaming at him because he couldn't seat her right away. Things didn't get better from there. He needed the money, so he wasn't about to give up the job just yet.
He sighed as he approached the loft. It was a good feeling to get out of the storm. Mark trudged up the stairs and paused at the door to take his drenched coat off. Quietly he crept into the loft, reaching for the light switch. The lights didn't come out. The power was out again. Mark shut the door softly and made his way through the loft. Mark couldn't see in the blackness as he rummaged through a drawer for a candle. He found one and walked towards the table where he knew he left matches. He underestimated the distance to the table and ran into it. "Ow," yelped and reached for the matches.
"Are you ok?" A soft voice said. Mark was startled and looked up as lightening stuck and lit the room for a few seconds. It was long enough for Mark to catch a glimpse of the familiar figure sitting on the couch. "What are you doing here?" Mark asked. "How did you get in? How did you find me?"