 What is unlikely to happen next?
But he was thinking about weather, which was an unusual subject to begin with for a person living in a domed city. In the ensuing contretemps they emptied his rear pants pockets, got his wristwatch and restored the contents of the handkerchief pocket. It was this rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight surveillance on him, a surveillance that went to the extent of getting his fingerprints off the postman's bag, and which photographed, X-rayed and chemically analyzed the contents of his pockets before returning them. It was similar to that of a pathologist observing for the first time a new and particularly virulent strain of pneumococcus under his microscope. Conformity had become more than a social force; it was a physical necessity. He came to see that genuine quirks were rare and, as time went on, due partly to his own small efforts, rarer. He had even contrived to engage him in conversation once, a pleasantly absurd, irrational little chat that titillated him for weeks. "It's like this, MacBride. Winds like you and I can't imagine. And if there was a house sitting on such a mountain and if winds did blow, it would shake exactly the way that one does. "You're starting to see flying houses, hear loud babbling voices. You've got winds in your brain, Lanfierre, breezes of fatigue, zephyrs of irrationality—" At that moment, all at once, every last window in the house slammed shut. The house could have been preparing to take off and sail down the.... It expressed his weariness and distaste for people who went off and got neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. At least, he called it buffeting; he'd never thought to watch from outside. He watched as they spun and flashed in the darkness, and then set them for seven o'clock in the evening, April seventh, any year. Or, as Fownes hoped it might appear, the illusion of the domed city vanished and was replaced by a more satisfactory, and, for his specific purpose, more functional, illusion. The sun and moon both looked down upon a garden that was itself scintillant, composed largely of neon roses. The house began to smell like an immensely concentrated rose as the moon shifted to People Will Say We're In Love . Now, does it do anything to your pulse? It could mean yes, it could mean ask me again later on this evening. Far below in the cellar there was a rumble and then the soft whistle of winds came to him.
 the government will rethink some of the dome's policies
 Agnes and Humphrey will leave the dome  the government will rethink some of the dome's policies  Humphrey's house will fall apart  the dome will be repaired