Vince chuckled a bit at her thinking that this was all about fire, well it sort of was but it had nothing to do with his job. The fire he was going to be mentioning was black and supernaturally inspired, not something he could put out with a hose. And somehow it came out of something that looked to be well over long dead. That was definitely not something that he saw at work everyday.<br/><br/>"This is not about work. Yesterday I was driving through the bad side of town when I saw these three bikers beating up on some poor person, but when I got close it was not a helpless person, it was a corpse that was killing the bikers one by one with black fire. Fire that burned so hot that it made them ash in an instant. When I got there, there were three bikers, when I left there was none. All of them had been killed by it, and I had just got lucky enough to kill it to stop my own execution. Lorraine, I am not talking about a dream, this is real. And I know this sounds cheesy but you know those things that we have always said is superstition, is real too."<br/><br/>Vince knew that he sounded crazy, but as he said the story his face mellowed to something that looked as if he was mourning for fellow lost warriors which he was. Every moment he thought about it, there was one major thought on his mind. If only he had been faster he could have found a way to spare those three men and Carrie would have still had a father.<br/><br/>