The wind this night was killing off the trees like flies, and the fishes.
He rushed to his door, dropping the phone with SpongeBob still on the Line. He quickly put on his jacket and ran outside, looking up into the sky. "What's happening?" He stuttered. He heard a loud snap from far away distances everywhere, bangs, drops, snaps, drops, the cycle continued. He then heard the loud lightning crackle next to his parents house.
He ran, as fast as he could. He almost tripped and fell on the hard pathway. When he arrived, he saw the huge flames. Running inside, he frantically checked every corner and every room he knew. Yet they were nowhere. Slightly relieved, he went back outside and saw firemen standing outside the doorstep. As he ran beside them, he was soon pushed by an Octopus running back to his house, supposedly. He had recognized him before, but he didn't know who he was entirely. As he soon walked back to his own home, He was starting to question the whole reality of things.