370. At a particular time that night, the light fixture began to rain into the kitchen. The rain was so thick he felt he was breathing-in water. They stood, doused and confused. He rushed upstairs to find the source of the waterfall. As he prised up the bathroom floorboards, he could see where the saturated ceiling plaster had given away. He looked down past his shoes, through the floor and through her ceiling. She was looking at the time. "I wouldn't look up," he shouted down as he pressed an experimental finger on to the ragged edge of the hole. Things fell on the floor loudly.