Excruciating noise powered down from Rick’s apartment upstairs.
For Harry, the previous few moments had been a blur: vision as if seen through smudged lenses; sounds as if heard by muffled ears. But nothing had any logical sequence in that unreal period, it was as if time itself had lost direction.
Things that he was sure had happened in sequence all occurred now, simultaneously. Day and night, darkness and light, changed haphazardly; the scream from upstairs that happened minutes, if not hours ago, still rang out. Banging and knocking, yells and roars, undecipherable, unworldly clamours filled the apartment with noise.