<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jim Firewood - Hallway</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jim was a little relieved to see that his words had hit home with Rai. The last thing he needed was a maniac trying to burn down the house. No, Rai would never stop burning things. But if he at least refrained from burning the house with everyone in it, things could be organized. And they would all survive until they found their freedom. Jim's mind thought for a moment. Was it simply leaving the house? Or was it freedom in their minds and spirits?<br/><br/>His thoughts were cut as Rai - that crazy boy - lit his own clothes on fire. All right, there was no time for philosophy. <br/><br/>Rushing to the boy's side, Jim pushed him down and started putting out the flames he could, burning his own hands in the project. That wasn't important, though. Only when he finished putting off enough so that the rest would be taken care of by the sprinklers, did the man speak again. His hands gripped firmly on the boy's shoulders.<br/><br/>"You will stop this nonsense. If you want to burn things for fun, fine - you won't stop anyway. But if you put the lives of these people at risk again, you will answer to me. Understood?"</div>