Terrified, Marty began to dig: he snatched handfuls of pebbles, jumped for the last living twig

and fell to the ground in exhaustion as his favourite tree was consumed by thick, black dust.

Frantically, stumbling away from the huge, black mass, Marty stampeded towards the lonely tree which was the only sign of life left.

Panting. Devastated. Horrified. He held the last fragment of nature.