Psychic trauma. Suffering. And... a hunger for it. A watchfulness. Whatever's going on here, there are immense amounts of psychic energy siphoning off all the pain they feel... and looking forward to more.

[He grimaces in frustration, and shakes his screwdriver.]

This, though, this is still dead and useless. I need a way to run it on an alternate power setting...

Never mind. The source of all of this, the eye of the storm, is somewhere above us still.