Celica's povI stared at my husband in shock. A flood?! What the...Nicko stared at me. "Celia! Take Mark and get out of here!"

I nodded starting for Mark when I realized what Nicko said.

"Celia! Half of Mineral Town is underwater and the flood is not stopping! The beach is also underwater! You must go!"

"No! I will not leave you here!" I cried hopeing he would agree with me.

Of course he wouldn't. "No Celia! Get Mark and head towards the villa! There is high ground there! You'll be safe!"

"But you wont be!" I cried running into his arms. Nicko grabbed me by the shoulders. "Celia! You have to get out of here! If you don't hurry we will all die!"

I turned to look at my son. I would have to be strong.

For him.

I ran to the fridge and grabbed everything I could carry. Butter, Cheese, Milk, Eggs, Flour, Cookies, Strawberries and Grape Juice were closest to my reach.

Turing around I saw Nicko had left. I shook my head and picked up some Red Curry.

I stuffed them in a basket and grabbed Mark. "Mark get Mei! Were leaving!"

Mark look so scared he didn't even ask questions.

"Mei!" He said softly to the dog who perked his ears up. "Mei come!"

I nodded and grabbed my son and ran out into the rain, Mei following closely.

I set him down and ran to the barn.

The horse Garret stood at the back strutting around nervously.

I stroked him to calm him down and then led him out of the barn.

I took Mark in one hand and the basket in another and climbed on the horse.

Mark turned to me. "What about Mei?"

"He can follow us." I replied.

Mark made a face. Panic was rising in my throat. I grabbed the dog and put him in the basket.

"Hoya!" I cried and Garret took of running.

As we wheeled out of our farm and onto the main road I noticed the water on the road.

The flood was moving quickly. I had to get to the villa....and fast.

I turned the horse past the Inn and the Bar and up the steps.

Faster and Faster. All I thought about was getting Mark to safety.

Slowly the world became dark and I was slipping, slipping away.

"Celia! Celia!" A voice cried. "Nicko?" I whispered as I began to fall.

The world was falling, falling and all I could hear was the sound of my son calling my name through the sound of rushing water.