I was looking around the crowded hall for the restroom when I realized that the line for it had already trailed all the way down the stairs from the floor above. With no other choice, I stepped into the back of the line. The line was slow moving as I got to take a step up the stairs every couple of minutes. When I had finally reached the second floor, the line in front of me suddenly dissipated. Soon after I was the first in line for the restroom.

A storm had been raging all night. As the sun rose, I peeked out of the window to see that our house was now at the edge of a cliff over the sea. Not long afterwards, the soil beneath the house began to move. The erosion quickly accelerated and the house went sliding down. I told everyone in the house to hold onto something as I ran into the bathroom and considered seeking shelter in the bathtub.