Screams from Maya and Tisha, Tisha's scream abruptly cut short because the legs of the quiet woman buckle, and even with Tisha's arm around her shoulders, she slumps to her knees.
A world outside that isn't their world. Skies changing. Edges of vision blurring. A silence that screeches. Cold gusting in from the open window. A hundred metres in the air, their building, like their reality, without foundations.
Ryland prevents Danes looking out of the window. They were still low enough to see the detail of a spattered body.
Ryland: "What can we do, Harry?"
A one word reply: "Communicate."