He heard the water in the kitchen begin to run.

Water was beginning to flow along the bed of the river again.

The river still ran, but the water began to change, becoming the color of blood.

At one point the water had begun to run out.

But now he felt the dark waters begin to close over his head once more.

The water had begun to eat the land, he said.

Up at the tank the water began to run in.

As the water began to heat, he turned back to the man across the room on the couch.

The people in the rooms were safe and would be until the water began to play.

As he stood now behind his desk, water began to pool on the floor.