Downstairs it sounds like a cocktail party. Allie is talking to herself. Julia is talking to herself. The weatherman is talking to all of us. I'm thinking of starting a conversation with myself.
Tornadoes are being sighted all over the place. I'm glad I put a toilet in down here.
All conversation has suddenly stopped. Power flickered.
Allie says to Julia, "We're not going to get out a game. We're about to have a major weather event and there's no time for it."
Embedded tornadoes in the rain shaft or hell shaft.
What the hell is the hell shaft? Maybe I heard it wrong.
In the middle of all of this there's an escaped convict running around near us.
Wait a second. Gotta run. Doorbell is ringing.