Walter can laugh about it later, with his effectively perfect memory. Unless the memory of the emotions of the moment remain just as strong, overriding the distance of time to separate him from the distress...?

Either way, Russell sucks in a sharp breath.

"Down at the riverfront, they'd be... That's what Chad was shouting about!"

At least up on this street, they're slightly above water level. Maybe that helped prevent too much damage to the walls themselves.

"Are there more waves coming, do you see?"

He pulls forward a step or two into the hallway, cringing at the debris scratching at his legs as the water keeps pouring in. Staying put for this seems like a terrible idea, but where do they go?

"Do we even have an evacuation center for this...?"