You are safe! Prosser heaves a visible sigh of relief, shakes his head and wipes his brow. The bulldozer piles into the side of The Manor.
The Manor collapses in a cloud of dust, and a stray flying brick hits you squarely on the back of the head. You try to think of some suitable last words, but what with the confusion of the moment and the spinning of your head, you are unable to compose anything pithy and expire in silence.