Jules immediately reached for the flashlight by his bed. Even though it was pitch black, he knew exactly where it was and could even reach for it through the dust from the damage to his ceiling.

As he turned on the flashlight, he was unprepared for what he saw. All around him lay pieces of concrete on the floor, some large, some small, some merely specks of dust. An earthquake had hit just now, and it was obviously sizeable.

"Victoria!" he shouted for his daughter.

Soon enough, he found her in her bedroom, lying in bed crying and yelling. She had the sheets pulled over her and stayed this way for two whole minutes. Then she pulled the sheets down to reveal that she was unhurt.

"It's okay, sweetie," Jules reassured her.

Suddenly, without warning came another rumble... and then the ground began to shake again. As the ceiling above cracked, out came a slimy tentacle, reaching straight down for Victoria. "Aaaaah!" she screamed.

"Victoria!" Jules cried.