Everything continues to deteriorate. It’s like everything’s not working. The walls and floors no longer meet at right angles. Distances stop being consistent.
SAM: “I sure hope they’re going to get help.”
The room shudders, but you don’t feel anything, just see it move.
DANIEL: “I wouldn’t count on it?”
Something far greater and far stranger than yourself or your perceptions is happening. Great hands seize everything, and start to move it in directions you can’t fathom.