We sat upstairs. The music filtered upwards through the dirty cracks in the floors. Downstairs the crowd ebbed and flowed under the alternating flux and the careless cries of revellers were the only sounds discernible above the chaotic din. The house heaved and sighed and something felt painfully wrong. We descended the stairs and rejoined the melee who danced on happily, undeterred by the resonating mortar. I took your hand and we left as unhappily as we came, turning to face the thumping building in the empty street. Minutes later, the house caved and collapsed and there was silence.