Why can't I stop talking about you...I don't want this, I really don't.

A calm reigned over the blackened ruins that streched across the island. A few, lonely flames darted up from amidst the charred remains, and coals glowed red from beneath the bits of logs and planks. The vultures circled slowly overhead, searching for anything that might have been merely cooked, not consumed. But there would be no meat for them today. The deathly inferno has no preference for flesh or wood. Both were fuel, and both had no way of escape.