This whole thing was fucked up. He shouldn't be here, and everything in him was reacting to that. Everything he'd used his self medicating to keep at bay was pushing up, suddenly, and strongly...

But when he heard that count down, his mind went blank, clear. Seeing the huge cornucopia, he let out a small curse. If it was that big, there was a reason, and he better run for it.

He dashed for the nearest crate, too big to carry, but looking easy enough to rip open.