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166Sarah lived in a long busy road in London . She was lucky to have a house all to herself, a legacy of her parents who died three years previously during the pandemic. They had all caught CoVid, a disease thought by many as coming, accidently, from a Chinese biological research centre. Many believed it was being developed as a weapon of warfare.She was twenty-two years old, pretty but very, very thin. It was due to her condition of constantly believing she was fat, a mental disorder of sorts. She had never suffered the illness before her parents died. Doctors believed her mental condition was brought on by shock after losing them.How she looked seemed to put most young men off her. She had not had a boyfriend for three years and felt lonely and sad most of the time. It was mid-summer and a sweltering night. The weather was freakish as it had rained torrentially for the three weeks before, leaving many parts of England flooded. The air was over-saturated and as she lay naked, but for a thin nightdress on top of her bed, and her panties, she found it too uncomfortable. It meant difficulty trying to sleep.A small fan close to her bed made no difference, nor the partially open casement window. She was pouring off so much sweat, it was wetting the bed.She decided to open the window fully and got out of bed. That%u2019s when it happened. The house suddenly shook, and a deep rumble could be both felt and heard. She struggled to keep her balance as the disturbance continued for at least fifteen seconds or more. It ceased. She thought there must have been an earthquake. She grabbed her phone and searched social media, the news, but not a mention.The Sink HoleChapter 1: Bony