Gwozzt

Myself and Kay Emm are talking to a stern old lady with grey hair cut in a sharp 'bob' style. She is pressing us to return to a house/flat to complete some checks on an architectural survey we have done (even though the two properties are identical?)... It seems this will problematic due to the presence of a 12 year old girl(?), but the old lady stands firm-

The flat is on the top floor of a tenement-esque block and Kay Emm and I approach it from the left. The property has what looks like a large dormer construct that protrudes from both the front and back of the roof's peak, effectively forming a grand rectangular room. However the space has no roof of itself and is entirely open to the elements-

Kay Emm and I are now on the roof – in spite of my fear of heights passers-by seem to saunter along at (a reassuring) eye-level – and we look down into this (traditionally furnished) kitchen area. A man and (as predicted) his (innocuous) young daughter are there-

To the rear of the property, some distance away, an imposing (concrete) block of flats rises some ten storeys into the air. In the flash of a (silent) explosion and a puff of dust the building is quickly demolished, sending a sudden rush of crisp autumn leaves scudding in our direction. This is followed by a wave broken branches that fly dangerously past our rooftop vantage point. I manage to catch one of these pieces of timber debris and use it to successfully bat away any further bits that are flying toward our exposed position-