…The front door that opens in was open and the bong was sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Smack dab in the middle. Following the water trail it looked as if the bong fell over on the coffee table and then s l o w l y rolled into the kitchen….
…We could FEEL the vibrations of the wings against the air. Unexplainable. We sat in dead silence, crackling of the fire is all we heard…nearly an OZ effect….