Chair — the way out.
Tom didn't understand how this could be happening. Above him, solid metal objects ripped in half, dissolved, and reformed. Everything around him had gone nuts, breaking apart and spinning in the air above him, only to melt together into new shapes. The clank of things crashing into each other mixed with the roaring wind, sounding like freight trains were playing bumper cars.
And he'd had enough. He crawled toward Max and Hana, thankful that the raging tornado was several feet above him. Worried it might drop at any moment or that one of the hundreds of pieces of debris would fly at him and skewer him, he scrambled on his hands and knees as fast as possible. When he reached what seemed to be the edge of the twister, he pushed himself to his feet and sprinted across the bridge to his friends.
"What's going on?" Max asked, staring over Tom's shoulder at the chaos.