I remember that night so clearly; a lazy August evening that had been spent on the computer. The warm air outside remained untouched as I relaxed in the cool basement, my bags packed and my mind ready to leave home for the first time.
We'd just gotten the basement fixed up, and we had spent a great deal of our limited money to repair the damage done by the flood. New walls, new floors, new furniture, but nothing else had changed. They took the old swing set out of the back yard, and the basement I had grown to love was being completely gutted. But the new basement was comfortable enough; it didn't smell like mildew for a change. There was light, a clean floor, and best of all, there were no holes in the walls yet.
My sister and her fiancée had decided to come over to visit and have a nice dinner since I would be leaving for college in two days. We laughed a lot, made some jokes, tried