We landed heavily throughout the city… most of us landed on the ground and slipped into hiding immediately.

I was one of the unlucky ones… I hit the roof, and without a purchase to stop me, bounced off of the edge of the highest level to the next, sliding uncontrollably toward the edge—over which was a hundred-foot drop to the ground, with nothing to break the fall.

I flattened myself, seeking a perch or crook and cranny to latch onto—something to slow my descent toward that looming precipice. Twice there was brief hope that didn’t pan out… and then finally, a crack within which I could slip.

Gathering myself, I squeezed through and slowly forced my way into the house, landing in the attic to search once again for an opening or way down.

I was exhausted and felt as if my intent was draining from me… eked out of me by the constant barriers placed before me… but I finally did find a narrow passage through which I could slide…

And there it was… but grip on the ceiling tenuous at best… the man stood below me, not knowing I was hanging here…

I struggled to hold on, but eventually I could grasp no longer and fell, landing full on the man’s head.

He reached up and swiped at me…

“Mary,” Bill hollered, as he wiped the water from his head.

“Mary! Mary!! Did you call the roofers? I think we’re leaking again.”