Well - everyone's trying so hard, scrambling around for a way to fix things, looking for people they can't find, worrying about who's next, and what to do about it, and what it means, and what's going to happen to them.
I don't know. It's ... it feels bad. Doesn't it? Like that feeling when too many people are talking at you, and you just want to make them shut up, or when things are just too hot, but you've already crawled out of your most interior skin and there's nothing else you can do about it. It feels like that. Frustrating. Bad.