“Did you do the kitchen?” Mum shouted over the noise. “There's one on the oven.”
Raven stumbled out of living room toward the kitchen. The house was shaking violently, heavy furniture dancing judderingly across the floor.
“Ah,” we heard Raven shout, “Infernal machines.”
I was with my parents now, and we clung onto each other for dear life while this maelstrom crashed around us, louder and louder building and tearing into a thuddening crescendo.
TOCK.
Like the chime of Big Ben, resounding through the house, and everything stopped.
“There, that's better.” Raven entered the room.
