Fireworks
In the midst of the chaos, there were no explosions. No fireworks - only metal and sound. The blaring of the alarm rang in Jack's ears as it flooded his already overwhelmed senses. Again and again the blaring came, piercing into his brain as he attempted to remain alert during the pull from whatever had been released during the drilling. Small and large items alike caught themselves in the pull, a truck here, a wrench there.
He had time to wish that the pocket hadn't chosen the one time to be discerning after he threw his best hope for making everything right again into it without a single reaction. No explosion, that he would have welcomed. Instead he was rewarded with the dizzying noise, which in turn made him less and less able to dodge the flying debris. The final blow was a '77 toolbox which contacted solidly with his head and sent Jack to the ground in an unforgiving heap. Not moments earlier Juliet had reminded him of "live together, die alone". Jack was dead to the world when Juliet too became a victim of the electromagnetic pull. He never thought that the second half of his mantra would come true like this.
He had time to wish that the pocket hadn't chosen the one time to be discerning after he threw his best hope for making everything right again into it without a single reaction. No explosion, that he would have welcomed. Instead he was rewarded with the dizzying noise, which in turn made him less and less able to dodge the flying debris. The final blow was a '77 toolbox which contacted solidly with his head and sent Jack to the ground in an unforgiving heap. Not moments earlier Juliet had reminded him of "live together, die alone". Jack was dead to the world when Juliet too became a victim of the electromagnetic pull. He never thought that the second half of his mantra would come true like this.