The islet is still rising into the air -- but now that you're not actually on it, you can see that it's cupped in a pair of enormous hands, which are slowly closing around it. And greyness is closing in on every side, with a rush of air... the great wings you could hear beating before are closing around you.

The people on the islet are calling out in fear now. You hear screams of confusion and pain... but that one lone figure is still looking up eagerly into the face of death.

Mau has thrown himself at the closing fist, prying and beating at it, but each finger is much, much bigger than he is.