"We’re not going to the game, even just to watch it," I said firmly. "It’s not worth the risk. We’ll hold off, pray that we aren’t being sold out, and wait for another opportun—" Suddenly the floor wasn’t where it used to be. Everything was in motion. I fell to my knees on the mattress and saw Rafael fall sideways and clutch at the wall for support. The air was filled with a low rumbling sound, overlaid with other noises: breaking glass, the groaning of stressed ferrocrete, and something on the floor above falling over with a heavy thud. From the autoroute above the hotel came the sound of squealing tires and the crunch of metal on metal.