A/N: This one is going not so good as the previous part. But please read. If you think I've gotta stop it all and delete the story right now, on this stage – before it gets too far – tell me. Spune ce gandesti (say what you think), just don't be silent, especially if you don't like how it goes.

Chapter 3. Trapped.

Davy woke up to some strange loud sound, like a hammer mixed with a drill, and short sharp shouts. He raised his head and saw Mike, fully dressed, commanding something barely understandable to the direction of the door.

- Hey! – Davy called, trying to shout over the terrible noise.

Mike didn't seem to hear. He kept on commanding, and with each shout his face grew darker and darker. Davy got up with a sigh and headed straight to Mike, wincing – the sound was definitely too loud, he couldn't imagine how Mike had his ears still in normal condition. Davy reached him and grabbed his shoulder, and turned his mate confidently to face him.

- Listen! – he shouted. – What does it all mean?

Mike turned to the door and shouted as loudly as he could:

- STOP!

And suddenly there was silence, all so sudden and overwhelming. Mike opened his mouth and said something, but Davy couldn't hear him. He tried to shout himself – but he heard nothing. And fear stung his heart – he was deaf, he couldn't hear and he must live all his life in this wild but unmoving, deafening the deaf – silence… he grabbed his own head and squeezed it, he saw Mike trying to shout something, his mouth was opening and closing, he saw fear in Mike's eyes as he squeezed his temples, eyes wide with shock; like through the water, Mike rushed to Davy, so heavily in that thick silence, he ran to him and grabbed him, grabbed his face in his hands, trying to shout something, so desperate, and Davy just stared at him blankly, with nothing but fear and despair, and fear again…

Mike shook him, and suddenly a strange rumble replaced the silence, quiet at first, it was growing louder and louder. Mike released Davy and tried to protect his ears with his hands as Davy did the same, but they both could do nothing as the rumble rose from everywhere - and from inside the head at once, it was so loud, filling everything. Davy fell on his knees, squeezing his head with his hands. And at the one scariest moment, when it seemed to Mike that the rumble was approaching, he grabbed Davy and covered him with his own body…

Then suddenly the rumble stopped. They heard the birds sing, and then there was a scratching sound and Jacques Brel started from an invisible speaker:

'A-ah, je les vois déjà

Me couvrant de baisers

Et s'arrachant mes mains...'

Mike released Davy quickly and embarrassedly, they both straightened and looked around in surprise.

'Ils ouvrent mes armoires,

Ils tâtent mes faïences' – Jacques went on from everywhere.

- D... Davy? - Mike asked, unsure.

- What is this? – Davy asked, hoarse, and swallowed hard.

- 'Funeral Tango', - Mike stated with a bitter smile.

- No, I… I mean… ah! - and Davy made a short laugh. - So that's what this all about? Funeral tango? Not funny, - he sighed. – Now tell me everything from the start. What happened? What was that?

Mike bit his lower lip.

- I don't know. The guys did call the neighbours and we tried everything to break the door. The funniest thing is that we couldn't. It was just like, you know, like the door was made of stone. We did nothing to it. We broke three drills and two hammers… ah, and one saw. And the door is still there… - he waved his hand to the direction of the door and dropped his hands on his lap. Davy cast a glance where Mike gestured – and frowned.

- I won't be sure that it's there.

- What?

Mike jumped on his feet and rushed to a solid wall where a door once was.

- Bitch, what? – he shouted in despair and started beating it with his fists.

'Z'ont amené des vieilles

Qui ne me connaissaient plus,

Z'ont amené des enfants

Qui ne me connaissaient pas...' – careless Jacques went on. Funeral tango was right for the situation as they were now trapped with no hope to get out. Mike was mad – he was beating the wall, sobbing, his nerves stretched to the very limit. For a moment only Davy hesitated and then he rushed to Mike and appeared immediately between him and the wall, catching his fists up in the air.

- Stop, please, - he begged in fear. – We can't, we can't lose our minds now! Please, don't… - tears were in his eyes.

Mike stopped, panting heavily, he swallowed hard and dropped his hands down. Davy put a hand on his chest and pushed him slightly.

- Hush, - he said with pressure. – It's not you to lose control and beat the wall, it's not you to give up without a fight!

- I've been fighting since six o'clock in the morning, and you say without, - Mike answered darkly.

- But we can't give up now, - Davy said as calmly as he could. – Listen. Maybe we can get out of here through the window somehow. There are some options left, m?

It cost Davy a lot to pull himself together. His own heart was beating on his ribs seemingly trying to get outside. But Davy knew he couldn't lose control. Mike nodded. He stepped back and straightened.

- You're right. We can't give up. And sorry. It's just that I told you I don't like it.

Davy nodded, understanding. Mike took a deep breath and turned his back to Davy as if to start walking up and down the room – but he suddenly gasped.

- Hey look! A door!

Davy looked where Mike pointed and noticed the door to the staircase right to the beach that had somehow appeared again. He rushed to it and tried to open it.

- Locked, - he stated turning to Mike.

- To the side now! – Mike ordered with a gesture and Davy jumped away immediately. There was an alarm clock in Mike's hand, old and heavy. Only at that moment he noticed that a door was different: it was more than half glass. Mike threw an alarm clock at the glass – and they saw something they'd never seen before.

The clock flew through the glass not even scratching it, moreover, it made something like a gurgling sound – like a little round stone does when it falls in the pond. It disappeared in the sight behind the glass and then the whole door rippled like water and in a few moments there was nothing but a solid wall – again. Davy touched the wall – and jerked his hand away. The wall rippled again and they saw something like a door in the circles made by the touch of Davy's fingers. The Funeral Tango stopped with something like a scratch and they heard splashing around. Suddenly everything started rippling. Davy backed until he felt Mike's hands holding his shoulders and stopped, looking at everything in fear and surprise.

- Now what? – he asked quietly.

- Let's wait, - Mike answered as quietly as Davy, squeezing his shoulders. – Just don't move, or I guess we'll drown. Hah, drown in the walls…

Davy swallowed. They both stood silent until the rippling stopped and the room became solid again. When Mike dared to move, the walls were nothing but walls and the beds were nothing but beds. They checked everything, but nothing more seemed to ripple. Mike was the first to sit in the middle of the room. Davy sat his back to him with a sigh and they leaned on each other.

- So what are we gonna do now? – Mike asked exhaustedly. – No doors, and every time we try to get out something idiotic happens…

- I think the best thing we can do is sit here and wait for the door to appear, - Davy answered. – Maybe we'll at least be in contact with Micky and Peter.

- Right, - Mike sighed. – Can't stand sitting and just waiting.

But he had to sit and wait.

A/N: The lyrics in bold are in French so I think I'll have to translate them.
A-ah, je les vois déjà etc. - Ah, I see them already, covering me with kisses and grabbing my hands...

Ils ouvrent mes armoires etc. - They open my cupboards, they play with my earthenware...

Z'ont amené des vieilles etc. - They brought some old women who don't know me any more, they brought some children who don't know me at all...