As I was riding in a car with my father, two large funnel clouds swirled nearby. I hollered out to my father just as the tornadoes passed by a house which resembled the House in West Portsmouth. After the tornadoes had passed, we stepped out of the car and began walking along the street. Suddenly, a brick house collapsed nearby. The street began to fill with people. I first spoke to a woman on the street; then I saw Jon and began talking with him. I asked him if he knew any of the people here and he said he knew half the people on the crowded street.