In fact, I'd almost fallen to my death there before.

 

Over the city, a thunderstorm boiled — a wall of absolute black with lightning

streaking across the sky.

 

A few blocks away, swarms of emergency vehicles gathered with their lights

flashing. A column of dust rose from a mound of rubble, which I realized was a

collapsed skyscraper.

 

A nearby reporter was yelling into her microphone: "Officials are describing

this as a structural failure, Dan, though no one seems to know if it is related

to the storm conditions."

 

Wind whipped her hair. The temperature was dropping rapidly, like ten degrees

just since I'd been standing there.

 

"Thankfully, the building had been abandoned for demolition," she said. "But

police have evacuated all nearby buildings for fear the collapse might trigger —

"

 

She faltered as a mighty groan cut through the sky. A blast of lightning hit the

center of the darkness.

 

The entire city shook. The air glowed, and every hair on my body stood up. The