I’m at home, by the sea. All our phones stop working. We know the kraken will be passing our island, leaving destruction in its poisonous wake.
A submarine. People are tracking the kraken. Force will be used.
It flys over the island, followed by a convoy of vehicles shooting at it with no effect. The vehicles are transformers, and as they reach the sea transform into a giant shitty Lego robot, that floats sideways in the sea ineffectively.
The kraken continues unharmed.
I am wandering in Newton Heath. Looking for a Chinese takeaway. I’m not really hungry though. I run down a dark lane racing against two other guys. I thank them for the exercise. They are going swimming. We get stuck in a garden and have to climb out.