"No!" Colt shouted, pulling Nikolai's arm off his back. "Don't you get it? Alright, look, this thing," he said, waving the stopwatch around, "measures cosmic energy readings. It usually sits around forty percent, but right now, it's nearly double that! There is a storm of epic proportions headed straight for us, and unless we make the place as stormproof as possible, everyone could DIE! Preds, prey - we have to warn them!" Out of breath, he suddenly realised another factor into this. "And without getting eaten!" With that, he slumped to the ground.