At this point, there was no being calm. I was thinking a million different things at once-the water was up to my waist, my husband not back with the boat, the feeling of dread from that last look we gave each other. The only thing I could think of was, Great, we're going to die. We're going to die right here in this house. I remember looking at the water and thinking this was it. I believed it was the end. What do you tell your kids when they are sitting there screaming, floating on a sofa?