Water is flying out of the bottom of the dishwasher; the entire floor is flooded, and it is running into the next room. “Ahh!” I yell. “Fletcher. Turn the water off.” He doesn’t reply, and I run to the linen closet and grab whatever I can to stop the house from flooding. “Fletcher!” I scream as I throw blankets onto the floor. “Quick.” He appears, and his face falls in horror as he sees the flooding.
Watch them stay at Tristan's house while they fix this
