This was bad, really REALLY bad. Jerry could feel it, like a uncontrollable beast clawing to get free. The pressure was immense, he had never absorbed this much force before and with the tackle from what seemed to be a cop from the looks of the badge he carried it was just getting worse. As the cop yelled at something floating in the air and a tree flew towards it, bringing whatever it was down Jerry was beginning to lose his composer. 

The waves of force were becoming stronger, pushing trashcans, shattering windows, and flinging trash sky high. During the confrontation between the cop and the thing in the sky was Jerry tried to get away, to protect them from him but the pressure was beginning to take control again and it wanted out. Just like Maine. Jerry didn't know what to do, he couldn't walk at the cop was dragging him to an alley and in this part of town nothing good ever happens in an alley. 

With strangled words, Jerry said "Y...you need t..to run. C...c..can't hold it back!" trying to warn them of the danger, but as fate would have it it was too late as Jerry's world went black crumbled and exploded around him...just like Maine