Ting's sleep had lasted seven and twenty-six years, little had changed in the sky. The black cloud still hung over the world, and from its depths roars of thunder trailed behind electrical storms. On the ground floor only the row of vacant shops in front was still there, one of them had a light inside, otherwise everything was gone, replaced by other structures, larger houses , exaggerated office suits, all marked with the familiar sign of lightning that shattered the windows and opened the door as the floodwaters entered. “That is not possible, not if the disaster just happens. » Ting realized when he walked through the door with the faint glow of Faith, that he had entered once and returned again. He had no way of knowing how long he had been sleeping in her company. Ting regretted the wasted time and interference with his plan to rescue the Sounds. He also believed that whoever brought him to the Safe Place wanted music and musicians to one day reunite and play together again. With courage and determination etched on his face, he continued where he left off. Ting climbed over the obstacles, dug tunnels under them, or if that wasn't possible, took the long way around the obstacles. Above his head, the Banshees seemed to ride the wind, howling around the bends, spraying bursts of frigid, icy water into the masked faces of the obstacles. desperate citizens of Middleseton. Ting let them pass, his ears hurting his fingers. The streets of Middleseton had turned into rivers as the rest of the world declined and collapsed with it. Ting looked for landmarks, in the distance he saw four colossal chimneys, shrouded in clouds, marking the eastern border, creating an unnatural barrier through which nothing dared pass. Far to the west were the remains of the Spears Tower, ...... middle of paper ...... to save you. My name is Ting.' 'My name is Flakey,' the miserable Sound began to cry. “We have to find her, Ting. It's all my fault.''Who?'' Flakey grabbed Ting's shoulders, his eyes manically looking in all directions, he repeated. 'It's all my fault.' 'Stop it. Let me go. Ting moved Flakey's fingers away from his shoulders. “Stay here,” Flakey pushed into place under the hole where the rain was falling, close enough to the sound pole to offer support. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” Flakey felt Ting climb, the pressure forcing him down toward the water. 'Hurry up. I'm drowning.'Ting balanced precariously, trying to avoid hitting his head every time Flakey wobbled, but he still couldn't reach the edge of the rosette, even with his fingertips fully extended. “Make yourself taller, I’m almost there.” » Flakey stood on tiptoe, "Is that better?" » Ting was gone.