and i hit him with a viola that 's packed with everything i got- { viola } `` no , '' i feel myself whispering as new prentisstown is torn to pieces behind us , as the wall of water is now filled with timber and brick and trees and who knows how many bodies- and i 'm looking back- and it 's slowing down- choking some on all the debris- but not enough- it 's reached the stretch of road just behind us , still coming quick , still coming full and hard and brutal- todd , i think- `` viola ! ''