Upside down, disoriented tremors occurred on every sense, and the transformations of the Intangible Sons were like a dance, chaotic and uncontrolled. The only discernable order was that they did not approach the Omen Giant by even a hair. The entire subconscious sea was like a stomach with indigestion, involuntarily twitching. Lyle had not anticipated that the Evil God's "anorexia" would be so remote. The chaotic waves attracted another scheming pilferer.