The rumbling and shaking ended abruptly.  The house looked as if it had been slit cleanly in half.  The front portion lay in ruins, piles of rubble everywhere.  The back of the house stood out in sharp contrast, ripped opened like a dollhouse for all to see.  The rooms were almost fully intact, a chandelier swung gently from side to side.  The large master bedroom held center stage, the crucified figure clearly visible.  It was positioned in such a way that the cold red stones in its eyes appeared to be gazing down on the destruction below.  As the dust settled around the base of the house a set of stairs could be seen, almost directly under the ghastly figure.  The steps disappeared down into the darkness beneath the house.<br/><br/>Neighbors peered out from behind their fences in horror and fear.  A large crowd was gathering at the base of the driveway, news vans began filling the once peaceful neighborhood street, and the steady thumping of helicopter blades could be heard in the air overhead.<br/><br/>Samantha twitched slightly when Christian tickled her.  Her eyes opened slightly and she looked up at him smiling weakly.  Oblivious to everything that had just happened; she reached up and gently ran the tips of her fingers down his cheek and gently across his lips.   Sighing happily she snuggled deeper into his arms and promptly passed out again.<br/>