For the last hundred agonizing days, realtors have told lonely sellers to be patient. “Come September,” they’ve said with gravitas, “it all changes. After Labour Day the market will come back. Just you wait ‘n see. I know this stuff.” September sales numbers are lousy and prices are falling. Potential buyers were rattled by July’s interest rate increase and shocked by the one in September. Suddenly all those assumptions – that Justin would never let mortgages go up, voracious immigrants will forever jack prices, everybody wants to live here and it’s, like, different this time – are dust.