When the image leapt from his screen, it was everything Lucas could do to not fall out of the chair. He wondered what, if anything anyone in the communal kitchen would see if they looked his way. That became less of a concern when the storm began to rage around his office. Briefly, he wondered if the lightning strokes would damage the building's electricals and if he would be blamed, and therefore billed for it.
That too faded into insignificance when he felt the storm's wordless call. Feeling a similar urge to what some have named 'the call of the void' and despite the rational part of his brain telling him it wasnt possible, Lucas stood as if to grab a thunderbolt before it vanished. What he might do if he was successful and survived, he had no idea.