I lay on the ceiling of a train, eyes closed, completely invisible, simply listening to the sirens and general carnage from the surface from the bombs dropping. It was horrible what was going on above ground, but nothing I could do could fix it. I looked down and saw families cowering in fear, parents holding their children. I wish I could have done something, gone back in time to fix it all, but I lost a piece of the device. In a volcano. It was gone.
There was nothing to be done.