Buzzing pierces through my hearing aid as I stare out at my city, the once busy streets of New York crumble and fall as fire and explosions go off. Semi Silent booms go off, Debris and dust float about as wind smack around my hair as I stare wide eyed at the things falling from the sky. Those things are ships as people run and scramble to get away as the ships fire beams. My once peaceful home turns into dust and chaos.