I'm at my old house in Garden Home, cleaning the kitchen. In the living room, somebody is rearranging the living room, and they've put the loveseat, which is the only couch, over by the window where it's not pointed toward the TV. I think this is a weird arrangement, but I don't say anything, because she's moving in, and I don't watch TV much anyway.

In the kitchen, it seems that everything got interrupted by a power outage in the middle of its process. The dishwasher is half full of water, and I don't know how to manage that, until I see the "Power Restart" button that seems to know what to do.

There's another machine, perhaps a bread machine of a sort, that I tried an experiment with several days ago and forgot about. I put everything in there for a frosted chocolate cake, just to see what would happen. Now it has made a thin pizza-shaped chocolate cake, with the frosting baked inside. I take it out and try it, and share some with Alona who is on a computer in the dining room. It's hard to eat, but we both like it; I'll have to try that again sometime.

Then I notice that water is seeping in from the door to the garage; it's raining hard and flooding outside, so I go out there to see what is going on. There is a substantial river coming across the garage floor from the front, and up the stairs, inexplicably defying gravity.

I think that the basement must be full of water, so I open the door down there and check it out, since I haven't been down there since I moved back in. It isn't full; the floor is wet, but that is all. The basement has been expanded to the full size of the house, and there are various supplies down there, and I believe, a little tractor.

I go back out the living room and ask someone, I think Joe, to help me find a way to divert the water, telling him about the basement being expanded.