Inside the flooded station, Nami, Franky, and an elderly man lie drenched and exhausted. SFX show heavy breathing: "ハア..." "ゼエ..." "ヒュウ..." Nami clutches her chest, gasping. In the next panel the group stands amid the wreckage. "WE WERE ALMOST CARRIED AWAY BY THE TIDE," one says. "PA...!!! PAULIE-SAN!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH," another calls. "TH... THANK YOU," replies Paulie. "THAT WAS CLOSE...," notes a fourth. They survey the damage as the old man warns, "WHAT'S... WITH THE STRENGTH OF THIS TIDE...I!!! AND IT'S STILL APPROACHING..." "...IT WAS TORN APART BY THE WAVES," someone observes. "THAT HUGE BOARD STANDING OUT THERE, WITH ALL THE TIMES ON IT..." "THAT'S NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE, NOT EVEN ONCE," the old man adds. "..... LOOK," Franky says grimly.