The candles in the room had blown out when the roof flew away plunging them again into the darkness. Malou blinked, willing her eyes to adjust to the change in light. She could just make out the pale circle of Mr. Prewett's face when there was another roar adding to the layers of everything else.

Then it hit.

Something hit her chest knocking her backward. She opened her mouth to cry out but water filled her lungs before she could. The water slammed her backward into the kitchen wall as she insistinctively reached her hand out for Mr. Prewett's hand - whether to anchor herself or himself she had no idea.