"I... am honestly not quite sure," Julian answers, with a huffed, breathless laugh that teeters on half euphoric, half hysteric. "Ask me again in a few minutes. I'm sure be able to tell you more then." He is quiet again for a second, a miracle in it's own right, and then says more quietly, "Is it just me, or is it gone?"

Because Julian hears absolutely nothing now. Nothing underneath them, nothing even in the distance. It isn't as if they've lost or outrun what was coming after them, but like it was never there in the first place. "I'm not completely senile, right? There was something there. The ground was shaking, I heard... I heard it." The silence is eerie, but Julian is simply glad that he is still alive. He'll worry later about the equally frightening fact that he is either going insane or that the thing that is after them can appear and disappear at will.