Shortly afterwards Julius and Jamole joined us. They were gasping for breath and it was evident they ran down to this place.

“Is he alive? Have you been able to find Prof?” Julius queried, using his eyes to comb around the fire-heated house, and casting a quick across his shoulders expecting us to do same

Jamole coughed heavily now and drifted from the fire. I cast a glance at him, his hand was on his nostrils, obviously the smoke was smothering him now. “I thought I told you to go home,” I snapped and sighed.

“Prof! Prof! Prof! Prof!” we all chanted, pacing up and down the entire house.

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