<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jim Firewood - Living Room</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jim was confused, but all his senses were in full alert. Someone was endangering the members of the household, and he would not have that. For some reason, Jim felt responsible for all of them, even the Followers who barely acknowledged his presence, or were outright hostile. It was as though Jim felt that he had to be the responsible adult in that madhouse.<br/><br/>And harming those he considered under his care was not something the young doctor took lightly. The expression in Jim's usually kind eyes hardened as he nodded. He would keep that boy drugged if it was what it took to keep everyone alive. Yet, Jim didn't want to have Jack beat him senseless. Jack could be more useful with damage control.<br/><br/>"Wait", Jim called before Jack could cross the door. He picked up something from his medical bag, and then another extinguisher. "You help her around with putting out the fires. Please. I will go after the kid", Jim half-asked, half-directed. After these words, he went out of the living room. With an inward sigh of relief, Jim saw that he wouldn't have to go far.<br/><br/>"Rai", he called, trying the rational approach first, but ready for more drastic measures if needed. "If you burn this house down, you will kill everyone. You will kill your sister. Is that what you want?"</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jim Firewood - Hallway</span></div>