Walter trips as he flies in, hitting the ground and rolling. He blacks out for a few seconds. When he wakes, he can feel the tremors through the entire room, right through himself and back, and hear the distant rumbling. Debris continues to fall, but it's slowing. Maybe it won't come back?

"Peter?" He coughs, mouth full of dust, trying to clear the rust from his throat. "Peter, are you here?" Oh God, did he get away?