<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Black<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Burning down an art gallery<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the therapy room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one<br/><hr/><br/>The events snapped Sarah out of her daze and she rocketed to her feet. "Noooo...this is my fault! I didn't meant to! " She blinked and looked around rapidly. "I didn't light the fire upstairs, I mean the trashcan! She was carrying it when the beam fell on her!" She realized though that if she didn't remember the last two fires she might have set the upstairs on fire. She shook her head and looked at Drake then began looking around the room frantically for a fire extinquisher. "Aren't extinquishers usually in the hallways?" She looked back at the doctor then up at the fire above. "We have to get out of here or we'll all die!" She hated saying it, she hated the thought of leaving the doctor but it was true. She knew fire and the one upstairs was an inferno.