I was on my knees and seemed to be praying on the headboard. For it to collapse. Twitching and thrashing as if in a religious trance. Candles behind him burned the lower back with proximity. But their fire was negligible. Compared to the wall that is creeping up on me.

The ceiling crackled. The smoke turned black. Fire began to rain from above.

- Yana! Yana! What have you done?!

A wall separated me from him. He came to rescue me again. For real this time.

No. Nothing will work, you bastard. Too late.

Stepped towards me through the flames. There was so much courage in his face. And not...