Handy wasn't paying attention. His thoughts had been derailed as the paranoid fear of fire slowly began overtaking his conscious mind. Colours swirled at the edges of his vision in an unhealthy sign of stress as he battled against himself, trying to impose his will on his unreasoning mind. Unpleasant images were brought to mind: a sheet of paper veritably eaten away microscopic bite by bite by tiny, fiery bugs, millions of them, the paper eaten away in an instant. The paper became flesh, the bugs became ravenous and demonic in appearance, and his skin was torn apart, cracking like wood before being devoured, his muscles and blood vessels coming next with his vital essence drifting away on the air, not entirely unlike the wax inside of a lava lamp before the tiny droplets exploded with a sound like shattering glass. More insects came out of the blood which continued devouring him alive, and he could do nought but silently scream as he watched himself immolate and turn to a pillar of white ash.