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Everything is not fine.
Sam is upset. I notice it first. I don't know why. He walks around. I try to get out of his way.
Then I hear his footsteps. Squish. Squish. Wet.
Sam, please stop for a second.
He keeps going.
He's almost to the bedroom.
He turns to me, low and scowling.
I ask if he hears himself.
He looks down.
"Does that mean I'm—"
I don't know.
"Well, we gotta try this out. So we know for sure."
"Don't you want to see if this is what we think it is."
Of course I do. I always like knowing I'm right.
I don't know if I'm safe in here anymore.
Because I am right. And you know it, don't you? You think a flood showed up out of nowhere and ruined our whole room.
He lurches towards me, scowling.
I said it before. I say it again now. That's impossible.
He screams at me.
Water fills the room up to our ankles.
That's the last thing I remember from last night.