He had reached the part of the emergency where he could finally exist as himself. He spent most of his life trying to warn the world that destruction was imminent, that the fail-safes were gone, that the walls were flimsy. And here, when he was faced with what was absolutely and incontrovertibly an emergency—one that no one could argue with—this is when the world finally started making sense to him. The anxiety and fear were the only things that were real to him; they were the only things that never abandoned him.
