We were in Times Square. Just me and my mom. We had come up from the Subway shivering. We had seen the monster. The monster that had turned our flat into a pancake. The monster that is the reason we can't go home.
I don't know where we are walking to. How can I? Where do you go when there is no home?
Then I recognise the street.
We are a block away from our home. Does my mom think there is anything we can salvage? I certainly don't. If even a shard of glass survived I'd be shocked.
Then the rain came.
I put the umbrella up, but mom stays out.
I look at her. I see relief.
She keeps on heading to our flat. It is standing. It isn't a pancake.
Magic.
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