{ viola } there 's no place to run , nowhere we can possibly get away from the missiles whooshing towards us at impossible speed , streaks of steam through the falling snow- todd , i have a split second to think- and then they hit with two huge cracks and the spackle noise screams and debris flies into the air- and- and- and we 're still here- no waves of heat and death , no top of the hill obliterated with us still standing on it- what happened ?