[So anyway....]

.....overcrowded intersection, shouldering aside for a moment the lesser vehicles around them as a giant pachyderm shoulders aside a herd of wildebeest before it is lost in the approaching denoument of darkness and of night.

Jake was desperate for a change in the weather. Whether the visible vehicles were bothered by the inundation seemed the most moot ofpoints one might imagine.

It seemed to Jake that he was caught among a variety of parallel universi that were going to take a lot of sorting out, what with THE FLOOD lapping round halw-way up the condiment wear he lived, and what-not. The approachingness that seemed so very very very characteristic of the dawn/sunrise/sunup * (*dleete is inapplicable - sorry, as inapplicable) was sacting a fresh light, well any light, really, on this horrendous neigh frightening situation amidst which Jake [you remember Jake] found himself entrenched.

"Of course," he vouchsafed. "Under this inundation there'll be a trench, like what they've got under the pacific somewhere." He retreated into his flat apartment in search of his trench coat which was verily to be retrieved for this inclement disaster.