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Outside, the insistent groan of an airplane, the volume passing believability and crossing into a little thrill of fear.  Knowing it's probably from the nearest base on a training loop, but waiting for the down-the-scale whistle of a bomb, or, perhaps, of the plane itself.  Picturing a path of destruction as it plows through houses and parked cars and fire hydrants.  Explosions rocking the neighborhood, windows shaking in their frames, car alarms adding to the cacophony.  Wondering what you would do if it was the first wave of an invading army.  What would you grab?  How self-sufficient and brilliant would you be as the hero of this apocalyptic adventure?