Overhead, a low tone breaks over top of all the other comotion. It starts out slow and barely audible, like a binaural beat. Steadily, surely, it grows and resonates until it fills up her skull and drowns out thought.

From the sky comes a--

—a corner. It just looks like the corner of a cube; flat bottom, right side, left side, but all three stretch out so far it's impossible to see where they end. It's impossible to see the rest of the shape of it. It's so enormous it's physically unsettling to look at, mind-bendingly unfathomably unnaturally huge. It crushes buildings like grass, like ants. The bodega. Red wings, skyscrapers, all crumple easily beneath this behemoth as it lands.

A hand grabs her arm, tugging her at the elbow.

"Come on, come on, come on- Come the fuck on."