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Ting ran, with the faint light of faith beckoning him to hurry, he arrived gasping for air.
'You don't need to light his path now,' Mister Moses said, 'conserve the batteries. We still have to get home.'
'There she is, Ting,' the faint light of hope flickered over the body of the fallen Sound.
Ting had never seen a more miserable sight. Such a pretty Sound alone in the rain, collapsed on the broken tiles of the platform, holding a cello bow in her right hand.
'She is too weak to stand, too exhausted to call out.' The faint light of hope watched Ting kneel to pick up the precious Sound.
'Come now. It's time to get you somewhere safe,' Ting gently lifted Amanda into the helicopter.
'Something happened.' Ezra explained to Ting the sacrifice Mister Moses made to make the rescue of Amanda a success, as he secured her in the rear passenger seat. 'You don't have long to tell Mister Moses your story, his power supply is low, very low. So is ours.'
Ting pulled on his safety harness, contacted Fiona inside the Water Tower. 'How long do I have to tell the story?'
'Not very long, you can't drain all Mister Moses' energy he wants to see Edith.' Ezra shrugged his shoulders, 'make it quick. I'm not sure if he knows what we are and I'm not sure he realises I know it's not a computer generated image I've been talking to.'
From the moment Fiona pressed the button to end Ting's communication the Sounds gathered outside the Water Tower watching the dark sky and waiting for a sign.
'They're on the way back.'
'Look there,' cried Flakey, 'four bright lights in the sky.'
Ezra brought Mister Moses' helicopter down to the ground on a small square patch of cleared ground. He quickly turned all exterior and interior lights off. The door swung open, step...
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...ey believe they're not coming back at all.
'Nevertheless we have to get them ready to leave.' Metro clapped his hands together,' Come on, cheer up, form an orderly queue, go where Elizabeth is waiting, we intend to leave soon.'
The Sounds groaned.
Ting shepherded the weary souls out of the Water Tower into a less secure place underneath the iron water tank, 'Everyone here?' he called out.
'We're just waiting for George to lock up,' shouted Carole. 'Here he comes, we can go now.'
Carmen told the Sounds to stay in line. Not to wander off and trust Ting.
The Sounds formed a disorderly queue bemoaning their fate with every step.
'That's not very nice,' Flakey whispered to Ting, 'they don't seem very grateful.'
'Yes, they are, they're just frightened,' Ting breathed in deeply, 'but as soon as we are back to Bleecker Street.'
Flakey cut in, 'Bleecker Street, where's that?'
Waiting impatiently for the arrival of the Allegro Middleseton the Upper Chadwell Green Monitoring Unit counted every wheel-turn between start and finish of its journey, a journey that took the massive double engined, battery-powered shining blue train through the rain directly towards, and beyond the huge railway configuration situated between smokestacks 2 and 3. Upper Chadwell Green Monitoring Unit also checked on the whereabouts of Coal Train 6476.
It took her a long time to catch her breath,but she finally managed to spit out the words,
"That's great news." Nolan said as stepped further into the room, he plopped down on the couch across from the hospital bed. Aimee gestured to her doctor; she leaned down to her ear.
I frantically stand up before I am completely awake. I listen carefully several moments to make sure that I’m not paranoid and actually heard the faint walking on the roof of the train car. I listen searching for any sound of recognition that the sounds I heard were real, but it is so silent I could hear a pin drop. However, I know that the sounds I heard were real because Queenie is also now awake, her ears perched up, scanning the air for the same sounds that I had heard. Again, nothing.
Sighing, she stiffly made her way to the bathroom. You could hear running water behind the closed door, and the soft hum of Lapis muttering to herself. You couldn't make out exactly what she was saying, but she didn't sound overly happy. You were pretty sure you were the source of that.
“Tomorrow at dawn we are going to make the final push towards Grimsby.” said the first man.
“You ain’t gonna leave me, are ya George. I know you ain’t (page 103)… S’pose George don’t come back, s’pose he took a powder and just ain’t comin back.
Darlene took out her cell phone. “I might as well make sure she’s still alive,” she said, quickly dialing her home number. The small interior of the car allowed Walker to hear every piercing ring despite Darlene turning the phone’s volume as low as she could stand.
We sat there in a moment of silence, waiting to be broken by a sound. She was the first to break it.
“I’m sure he’ll have to visit,” she said. “It’s about two months. I’ll have some downtime. I just come on and do my thing and watch it all unfold.”
"Oh, yes, that's perfect," Brook gushed. "You can stay here and time my flight. I'm aiming for ten minutes exactly. Got it?"
Behind her she heard the terrified sobs of Olivia. Her own eyes also weighed with tears. But she reached into some unknown strength in herself so that her hands would not tremble
Florescent lights flooded Ezra’s vision as he opened his eyes. He could vaguely make out a plain white ceiling and the same coloured walls with a few paintings, and a window opposite to him. He tried to sit up, but when he did so, a wave of nausea hit him and he leaned over the side of the bed and vomited in the floor. A nurse ran in and helped him lay back again. The pain was so bad that his vision was fading in and out, and he felt his head begin to throb.
But then, one day, they heard a different voice. “I have heard your cries,” it announced. “I have felt your chill and seen your darkness. I have come to help.”
“Flight JW301 to Mumbai is ready for departure from Gate 5.” The voice startled him. He looked at his watch and his ticket. He had checked and rechecked fifty times already. Legs unstable, he came out, rechecked his ticket again. This was not his flight. He had time.