You zoom out a little to better survey the scenario unfolding in the WINDOWPANE DEMIPLANE before you. You can see Des barreling back towards you, which makes you feel a little better. GO DES GO! YOU CAN DO IT! You imagine this must be what watching SPORTS feels like, if SPORTS involved more life-or-death flights from unspeakably horrific tentacle monsters.

More disturbing is the NIGHTMARE MONSTROSITY pouring out of the far window like some kind of huge sentient reaction between ammonium dichromate and mercury thiocyanate. It's pursuing Des, but is also quickly filling up the rest of the rest of the pocket dimension with its writhing mass. So much for using this place for quick transport.

It occurs to you that you'd better clear the way so that Des has a smooth point of entry!