the glass moves again , faster this time in an anticlockwise motion , still no-one dares to touch it as the orb glows brightly within , the glass spells out the word , s t o p. stanton raises an eyebrow as if it doesnt make any sense , just as he is about to speak the glass moves again , so fast this time its difficult to keep up as it spells , l e a v e h e r a l o n e. we all look at each other perplexed by this statement , the glass stops as if waiting for something .