Demoozi was awakened by his butterflies.
He felt that the barks which were growsing on him were, despite being flourishing, were sending him mixed messages.
Tigris will come back if she chooses to.
Raheema will be awaiting an advice.
Breeze is desperate for help.
And Hulm, is just a child and someone has to be there for him.
So, Demoozi, stood up.
Kissed the butterflies and went in into the first floor of the calamity building.
Limpy limped happily behind him; neaw-ing to Nao: I told you.