Prompt 2 (Prompt to what darling?)

As he took in the view from the twentieth floor, the lights went out all over the city.... 

The sky was a ever faded navy, drifting in that place between day and night, the lights had flipped on only a few minutes before, and some of the pencil pushers still attempted to read by the dim light left over from the day. But at the sky-scraping office tower of Rampit everyone had already left for home, and Fredrick Owers the janitor rode the glass elevator to the 20th floor to start his routine cleaning. He watched as a storm circled around the city getting ready to at any moment strike like a venomous snake. Even as he watched it grow and listened to the wind howl, he hoped that the majority of the storm would hold off till he got home. He hated being in the large building when the electricity went out, or the hurricane alarms sounded. As he washed the windows to the glass elevator he couldn't help but linger, watching the storm build. It was going to be a big one. The clouds where darkening making the evening sky sink into black even faster than the setting sun could make it. Now all the lights in every open office building where on, the street lights flicker in there dim somehow helpful way. Fredrick thought of his family at home, the kids would be asleep by now, and his wife, Berta, she would be sitting on the couch watching TV waiting for him when he got home. Rain began to spit on the windows, and crackle on the roof top. Umbrellas walked in the streets. And as Fredrick took a view down at them from the twentieth floor, the lights went out, and the city erupted in darkness as the hurricane alarm sounded. Fredrick pushed his cart into a closet, wiped a streak from a window and started his run down the dark flight of stairs with only his flashlight as a companion.