Most of Mimi’s house is gone–she’s lucky Leon showed up. She was hanging from a sink. Upside-down.

The remaining stations say the fault’s holding steady at 112 feet above sea level, which is about seven feet off the ground, here. Above the fault, things fall up. Leon notes that this has an odd effect on the hands above his head–no blood wants to go up to them, but none wants to leave either. They’re turning purple.

Mimi’s trembling. “It’s gonna be okay,” Leon reassures her, trying to sit down, as they lock arms against the pull of the sky.