i call- but it 's drowned out by a surge in the noise of the crowd , images from the far side where something 's happening , something that 's being passed along through the noise of the people seeing it , spreading through the crowd- noise that shows two spackle coming up the road- two spackle on battlemores , one of them sitting rather than standing- and with a jolt , i see that the standing one is the same spackle who attacked me- but there 's no time for that feeling , because the noise suddenly corrects itself- and the seated spackle is n't a spackle- it 's a man- and in the noise of the crowd , passed along like a baton in a race , i can hear it- the man is singing- [ todd ] my stomach drops outta the bottom of my feet and my breath feels like i 'm choking and my legs are moving and i 'm tearing outta the mayor 's grip , feeling the bruises as he do n't wan na let me go- but i 'm going- oh , christ , i 'm going- `` todd ! ''