WeeeOoooh WeeeOoooh WeeeOoooh WeeeOoooh WeeeOoooh WeeeOoooh! They come and they go, more often than anyone from the Dreck can tollerate to hear. They come closer and closer till they echeo and grow distant. Then silence. Then again. They swell and dwindle like a forest fire blaring as if it wants to be the summer sun, and gets taken out by a storm that could drown out the Ark.

And here comes another. That’s the seventh ambulance this night. What the hell is happening.