The room went deathly silent. They had all fought the creatures, but seeing the wounds on the map made the scale of the war feel overwhelming. They were practically sitting ducks down here.
"Passageways?" Sheldon repeated, his voice cracking slightly. He looked at the swirling vortex on the map as if it were a predator waiting to pounce. "You make it sound like the world has a leaky roof, Sunshine. But instead of rain, we're getting twelve-foot-tall nightmares with too many sharp teeth."
Surprisingly, it was a very good explanation that summarized their situation in a few words.
"You seem to have understood what I am saying in your own twisted way, Sheldon." Sunshine answered. "It is exactly how you have put it. We have a leaky roof--no leaky roofs because there is more than one. All the bad things happening to earth was coming through hat leaky roof."
