and he looks at the mayor , still kneeling , still bleeding , and then he gives me a nod , and starts yelling at another group of soldiers to get buckets , to save our water and food- and the world is taking off all round us , screaming and yelling and tearing itself to pieces and there 's a line of soldiers now pressing forward , pushing the spackle back from the water tank- and i 'm standing over the mayor , who 's kneeling there , holding his head , the blood seeping out all thick-like and i ai n't kneeling down next to him , i ai n't seeing if he 's all right , i ai n't doing nothing to help him .