[Man, he is so unequipped for dealing with existential horror. Eliot rubs his face, hating the sound of the desperation in Carter's voice.]

I don't--I don't know!

[It's easier to pretend it's a trick.]

But I can't do anything about that! I can't--I can't punch it, I can't tear it to pieces, and I can't do any damn thing about this town except survive and make sure that everyone else makes it out of here alive, too.