He was there one minute, screaming, raising his hands up to the sky, thousands of windows breaking and glass shards falling and slicing people open and in half and severing limbs and the tourists in the Space Needle had five feet between the safety of the floor and the hundreds of feet to the ground and nothing could ever be the same. Andrew was right. It was done. It was over. So Matt did what he had to do. He was weak and his energy was gone, nonexistent, dissipated into the night sky.
But he still found the strength to rip that spear from the statue and send it straight through his cousin, the ultimate apex predator.
Or he would have, if Andrew hadn't suddenly not been there anymore.
The first clue was the static – or the lack of it, anyway. Matt's head had been shrieking with pain and the sound of a bad TV signal. It was the sound that happened when Andrew was in trouble, but a million million times worse, an awful version of sensory overload. Andrew's voice was no longer inside of Matt's head.
The second clue was a few seconds later when Matt managed to lift his head and check what happened and was instead faced with the visual of the spear sticking out of the cement and Andrew nowhere to be seen.
The third clue was when everything turned red and Matt lost consciousness.