A huge commotion is now gathering around my house. Three fire trucks and four ambulances are parked against the curb, and a King 5 News helicopter hovers overhead. My yard is swarming with firemen, police officers, EMTs, and several men in strange, red uniforms that I don't recognize. Men are shouting orders and radios squawk franticly. There are so many flashing lights that my yard looks like a carnival or an outdoor rave.

"That's my house!" I scream at the cop. "Do you understand me? I live there! Tell me what's happening!" The cop ignores me. Desperate, I make a dash for it, but the cop catches me by the collar, throws me to the ground, and clubs me across the face with his nightstick. The world goes dark.