“A charcoal-grey chunk of rock roughly the size of a melon had plummeted from space, tearing through Hamilton’s roof before coming to rest on her floral pillowcase, inches from where her head had been moments earlier.”
A rock from space went through the roof and landed between her two pillows. Her dog barked first and bought her a second. She did the only thing she could think of and called 911. Your odds of this happening are effectively zero. Ruth Hamilton’s were too.