i shout , sending it out in my noise while grabbing a handful of the mayor 's precious uniform and dragging him away- the wall of water slams up the street and into the square after us , knocking over soldiers and spackle , sweeping up tents and beds in one great big soup- and it 's putting out the fire in the foodstore , but it 's putting it out with the last of our water- and i 'm dragging the mayor nearly on his heels , getting us outta the way , thru soldiers i 'm shouting at to `` move ! ''