Goodheart sighed deeply before he told the story as he knew it, from the very moment he had arrived on the site of the fire. "After having taken care for the other unicorn, I stayed there for a bit longer. I watched the firefighters do their job as the rain kept pouring like cats and dogs. Those fires never seemed to die down no matter what. Not even with the rain that poured out of the skies it wouldn't help a single bit. Within the entire building could those horrible sounds be heard. The terrifying sounds of things being consumed by the fires. Pieces of wood that fell to the ground, sending their embers sky high." He shivered at the remembrance of the events and found himself once again in his situation before the burning building. Every memory came back to him like a punch.