The song had an instant calming effect on its listeners. As a matter of fact, some men in the crowd started to openly weep. To regain a lost hope, that would appear to be the last straw that broke the camel’s back, and their accumulated fear and anxiety flowed out in form of tears.
Nervously retrieving his outstretched leg, the shamed man uttered, "I’m sorry, I lost my… I’m sorry. I’ve lost my composure and sanity because of fear for a moment there. So… sorry…" He then slowly crumbled to the ground, shuddering in tears.
Sighing, Mark surveyed the extent of damage. Luckily, the communicator wasn’t irreparably damaged. After some repairs, he would need another hour to complete the construction.
"Everyone please help me find the necessary tools!" Mark yelled without hesitation as he continued to work on the communicator.
