I'm at my parents' house, and there's a storm, and a flood. In the kitchen and living room, the windows are bigger than in real life, and the waterline is above those windows; through them, I can see only the blue-green of the water, sloshing around in the storm. It looks pretty scary, those windows holding off all that water. I'm concerned the windows might break, so I walk out into the hall, and just as I do, I hear a huge crash, and looking back, the windows break in a rush of glass and water. There were three of my family members in the kitchen; I don't think they could have survived.

But then my brother Steve staggers out into the hallway. Apparently he was at the back, furthest from the water and glass surge, and two other bodies protected him.