Igram's tears kept flowing over and over again like a tap in summer, forcing Erica to move back a bit. Tears were never a straight line, but his were, and soon his entire shirt was soaked, and his seat was soaking up.
She began moving backward, her eyes widened in alarm as the tears began dropping on the floor. If he was not going to stop, the entire Jet was going to get wet.
"Hey stop it, stop it… what the fuck is wrong with you!"
Her heart was now racing, her tongue numb. The tears she was witnessing were out of this world and the first thing that came to her mind was the council, as she remembered the black hole on the mayor's stomach. Overflowing tears were not so far from a hole on a stomach.
"No no, no," she yelled out as she grabbed him by the hands.
