It seemed like you had some kind of curse on your fall. It could be bad luck, but what was happening to your house outweighed the bad luck.

"Your house what?" He said with his cigarette in his mouth, frowning, thinking that you were kidding him for what you told him.

It wasn't the best idea, but he was the only one who could help you, so you brought him to your house, now he was at the door of your house, waiting to enter.