but , the buzzing in his ears , the tingling in his wrists , the hummingbird flutter in his chest , the notion that he might not be able to bring a hand to his brow , the idea that screaming might comfort like a lullaby , the inkling that monsters will once again roam the earth , the worry that ghosts will rise , drive him , on rubbery legs , to davy jones liquor , where he buys a back-up bottle of chartreuse and finds out that the pentagon is on fire .