Second after the roof blew off the Koshak house, John yelled, "Up the stairs—into our bedroom! Count the kids." The children huddled in the pouring rain within the circle of adults. Grandmother Koshak implored, "Children, let’s sing!" The children were too frightened to respond. She sang alone for a few notes, then her voice trailed away. Debris flew as the living-room fireplace and its chimney collapsed. With two walls in the bedroom sanctuary beginning to disintegrate, John ordered, "Into the television room!" This was the room farthest from the direction of the storm. For an instant, John put his arm around his wife. Janis understood. Shivering from the wind and rain and fear, clutching two children to her, she thought, Dear Lord, give me the strength to endure what I have to. She felt anger against the storm. We won’t let it win.