Once outside Kyle and Margine looked back at their apartment, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Strangly, their apartment seemed normal… no broken windows, no signs of an explosion.

Looking around they saw the usual – Mrs Bonasbe chastising her scruffy little dog Che for the hole he had dug in her rose garden, kids playing in the street and cars driving by – all completly unaware of anything out of the ordinary.

“What just happened?” Margine asked, her hangover for the moment forgotten.

“I have no idea, are you ok?”
“Yeah I think so…”

After fumbling to make sure eachother were ok they agreed to return to the apartment, after all everything looked absolutely normal. This was something they did not understand. They opened their apartment door and realised what had happened was very real, atleast on the inside of their apartment, which resembled a war zone.

“What the hell is going on?” Margine demanded when a gust of wind blew the door shut behind them, sealing their fate.