Let me be real with you, honey it's all up to you.
The movement of the earth, spinning, shifting, lifting. Reeling fiercely below the cool hallow ground.
The beat of the rhythmic pattern of electronic zooming sounds, shaking the atomsphere as the planes cut through the barrier.
The swallow of the sun, as the clouds pass, in tears of fear that the storm will last a second longer. That the storm will only get stronger. See, sweety, it's all up to you...to save us all. To save us all. So what are you going to do?