I don't remember much about the rest of that night.
I don't know what caused it, and I don't know if it ever happened again.
I don't know if they even rebuilt the hotel.
What I do know is that in the half an hour of calm before the sirens started, I got the other two children back to their parents, who thanked me with tears in their eyes.
I know that only a third of the people who were inside the hotel that night survived.
Michael and I escaped with only scratches and bruises. We were lucky. Most of those who survived the inital impact were hospitalised and died later.
When the ambulances and the police and the fire brigade arrived, they were recovering bodies for the next three hours.
I don't know how many of those were living, because at the time I only cared about two.
My heart stopped when I saw her face, and I frantically started digging in the rubble to free her.
I know that Honey survived.
I know that Kate did not.
They must have been on the lowest floor, because the amount of debris on top of them was tremendous. They were both soaking wet through. When my sister was lifted out, she was unconscious. She was bleeding quite a lot from several places, including her face, and her skin was harshly bruised.
As soon as I saw my best friend, I knew she wouldn't make it.
They checked her pulse and told me she was still breathing, but something told me there was no chance for her. I knelt by her, stroking her face until they took her away in an ambulance.
I didn't see her injuries properly, but I was told that the pipe underneath a sink had cut into her neck, severing a main artery, and that she bled to death in the ambulance. They also found multiple cuts and bruises all over her body, along with a deep, jagged wound that snaked the length of her forearm.
Later on, they gave me her phone, but it was broken. They said that the wound on her arm was probably from if she had tried to reach it while she was trapped.
I regretted everything. If I had shut up like she said, if I had considered her feelings, she might have survived. But I didn't.
Months later, I checked my own phone for voice messages, and my throat closed up when I saw her name. The date was of the accident.
Her voice was terrified and raspy.
"Lucas... Lucas I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so horrible to you on the coach. Shh, shh, Honey it's OK, it'll be OK. I'm so sorry if I don't save your sister, I... I'm trying. Don't think I blame you for... anything. Everything I've ever had against you, I take it back... I take it all back. But you... you've got to promise... you've got to promise that if Honey does make it... if I can... can save her then... you've got to... to... you've got to make sure she marries my brother." Here, she laughed once weakly. "And if... if... just, make sure they're happy, don't... let them be sad... for me? Will you?... And Luke, I... just don't forget I love you."
Even though she didn't say it, her tone leaked out in every word that she knew she was going to die.
Her family did move in the end. They were devastated, and they said the move would be for the better, as it always had been. Although they chose a different house, which had one less room so that they couldn't be reminded of the empty space in their lives, I know they still remember her.
They call me every year on her birthday, and we talk about the memories we all had with her. Even the bad.
Mike and Honey are fifteen now, and they're so different I doubt they'll ever get married. Although Mike is slightly jealous of Honey's boyfriend, which is funny to see. Kate would have found it funny. But now they're closer than ever, and they're happy, just like Kate wanted.
It turned out Kate was right about my boyfriend, too. He was sleeping around behind my back. I told her that when I last visited her grave, and I smiled because I could almost see her rolling her eyes.
And I tell her every time I visit that we all still love her.
We love you, Kate.
We love you.