Abruptly, Kirkland realizes that the air in the lab is getting cold, more 
than just chilly. The stench becomes so powerful his eyes start to burn and he 
comes close to gagging. Voices arise, echoing, babbling, laughing madly, 
exclaiming, even shrieking. The cold and the stench and the maniac screams and 
laughs become overpowering. Kirkland staggers toward the door, coughing, almost 
choking on his own bile, eyes watering, ears ringing. Along the way he grabs 
Feinberg’s elbow, intending to pull him from this noxious, infernal atmosphere.
He pulls but Feinberg doesn’t move. It’s like he’s cast in stone.