In the kitchen Rosy sat on the floor, clutching the instruction booklet.
"Now see what you did, George!"
"What I did?"
"Barging in like that," Rosy said, tears of frustration streaking her dusty cheeks. "I must have pressed the wrong button."
Beside her on the floor lay the Touch Command Control Panel. Its colored lights blinked on and off like a pinball machine.
Charlie came into the kitchen with Timmy in his arms.
"Oh my gosh!" Rosy cried, looking up at the ceiling. A hole was ripped out in the roof and through it they could see God's blue sky.