I handed Uno to my brother (who carried him very awkwardly, rather as one might carry a large potted tree or a drippy garbage bag) and we ran to the Ritz Kuala Lampur.
In the lobby, we saw many people going about their business, but when we told them about the pending disaster, they ignored us. We headed for the stairwell. When we got there, we looked up. There were eleventy-billion stairs, and they were all about 5 feet tall. Great.
Charley had to hop up on the step, then I handed Uno to him, then the baby, then hauled myself up. Then we repeated the process. It took 4 hours to get to the 2nd floor.
Suddenly, the danger was past. We were in a large palace, at a retreat for people who (apparently) were rich and had nothing important to do. What we were doing there, I don't know. Our mother was there, too.
The retreat was two weeks long. At the beginning of the second week, my mom announced that she was engaged to Enrique, a very tall Italian dude who didn't speak much English.
That was weird.
On the morning of the last day, I went downstairs for breakfast and noticed there was no ring on my mom's finger. I asked about it and she said it just would have been too much trouble for Enrique to move to Alaska or her to move to Italy, so they'd decided to just be friends. When Enrique left, they hugged goodbye, then I hugged him and said, "Grazie. Prego." Those are the only Italian words I know.
Mom asked me what I'd said, and I replied, "I think I said 'thank you,' 'please.' I don't know why."
And then I woke up.
I know where the Kuala Lampur thing came from...when were playing Trivial Pursuit there was a question about it. And the tsunami's pretty obvious. But the rest...no idea.