"They destroyed entire dimensions?" Sam's eyes widened in shock. "Hold on a sec." He stood up and darted into the kitchen, returning with a good-sized bottle of vodka and a pair of glasses - not shot glasses, as might have been proper, but larger ones.

"There." He poured a healthy amount into each glass and passed one to Stephen. "I can't even imagine what dealing with something like that must've been like."

Pants-shittingly terrifying, if he had to make a guess.