The only part of the museaum that remained completely in tact was, in fact the museum's vast collection of rocks.
A dark looming figure grinned from behind a lead ski-mask.
"Only rocks." he cooed, petting the glass.
Hearing sirens in the wake of the night, Dark Matter's eyes glowed mensingly and walked back to the detination point of where he orginally set his bomb.
"Come you fools." he snickered. "Spend five minutes on this soil and see how well ya fair."
Could this be the event that was forecasted by the Weather Wizard earlier?