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"I limped around for a few minutes trying to find something I could use as a crutch.

Had my leg been un-injured it would have posed a challenge as large areas of the apartment had been filled with rubble where the floor above had fallen in.

I walked to the edge of one such pile and examined the extent the destruction. Above me the sky was crimson. I couldn't tell what time it was; even though the colour of the sky was vivid everything else was almost monochrome, a constant twilight. I had never seen anything like it in my life.

But, their was something else to it... not the colour - even though I'd never seen anything like it I could try to convince myself that it was just some natural, once-a-millenium meteorological event that I didn't know about - it was the texture... it didn't seem normal, it looked... liquid.

 Just as I thought those words I lost balance and fell onto my back. I must have hit my head again. I blacked out.

It wasn't the sound that woke me, it was the feel of the sound. A deep, long bellow, as loud as a jet-engine, erupted around me for a few seconds, then a second later, another bellow, an octave lower and twice as long as the first sounded a few hundred meters away.

I was scared to open my eyes in fear of what I would see, but then I heard the same sounds much quieter, no, no thats not right- it was just as loud but it must have been almost a mile away.

I opened them. I lifted my head up. I saw... nothing.

Well, not nothing. I saw the apartment, just as I had last time. It was still shrouded in a slightly red half-light, their were still piles of debris littering the floor.

I tried to sit up and felt a bolt of pain and added, I still have a broken leg.

I layed back down and felt something stick into the small of my back. I sat up slowly, I felt like I had a really bad hang-over, and grabbed at what I had been laying on.

 It was a long umbrella. The fabric was black and mostly torn to shreads and the metal spines that eminated from one end were bent in every direction other than the one intended. It may not have been any use for keeping dry anymore, but it seemed to be quite sturdy- a rather good walking stick in fact.

I stood up slowly, transfering the weight from my broken leg to my newly created crutch. Then I just stood their, trying to think of what to do.

A part of me wanted to go up onto whatever remained of the roof, to get a better look at the, for want of a better word, sky.

 Another part of me, the majority part, wanted to go somewhere else; it didn't really matter where as long as I was closer to the ground.