i hear mistress coyle thru the comm- the trees on either side of the road blow into a million burning splinters , ripping thru the spackle , sending the mayor and me reeling and i 'm struggling hard to keep angharrad from bolting or throwing me off- by the time i spin back round , the smoke 's already clearing and we can see fallen trees and burning trunks- and no sign of any spackle- just bodies on the road- lots of bodies .