I rolled my eyes and started out the door after putting out the fire. I glanced back once outside. It wasn’t the best of places, not even close, but it had been my home for the last year. I had gone to the trouble of trying to cultivate some plant-life around the base of the mountain, but I was never much of a gardener. Last night’s rain had pummeled what little was left, leaving nothing but half drowned, pitiful little plants that barely clung to life in the ditch I had grown for them.