The mood shifted after the doctor proposed a break and she noted with interest the different reactions each patient displayed towards the idea. Some seemed disoriented and highly uncomfortable as eyes widened before flitting around, skin paled, and muscles tensed. The remaining few seemed perfectly at ease.<br/><br/>Not even five minutes into their break and the acrid smell of smoke turned heads as everyone's focus centered on Sarah. The hint of charcoal had been in the air for quite some time already, but it was to be expected with snow. Panic fluttered in Jenny's heart at the sight of the dark trail drifting towards the high ceiling. Like many of the others, she had turned her back to make use of the refreshment table. Now, she wished she hadn't.<br/><br/>Hurrying over towards the hunched figure, others made it there before her and she stopped instead to observe their behaviors. The initial surprise quickly faded once it became apparent that it was merely a small fire in a controlled area. She made note of those who attempted to comfort Sarah, as well as those who did nothing or looked on with scorn. Going through her mental checklist, she couldn't help but wonder if Sarah's arson attempts were compulsive or not.<br/><br/><em>"Nice one... good try doc, but you won't get a rise out of me."</em><br/><br/>Jenny blinked at Tim's accusing finger, not sure what exactly he was blaming her for. Did he think that she had caused Sarah to set the fire? Had she been the cause? Was the therapy session only further triggering her need to burn things? That nagging kernel of doubt that she had buried at the beginning of their meeting resurfaced as she questioned herself.<br/><br/>An angry sizzle hissed as water quenched the small fire and brought Jenny out of her musings as she noted Phaedra's actions. She appeared as sensible and matter-of-fact as the way she presented herself, a puzzling fact knowing the curious crime she had committed. The two acts -- her reprimanding Sarah and her act of violence -- were complete opposites. Obviously there was another side to the bureaucrat that she needed to meet...<br/><br/>As Sarah retreated to her seat, Jenny stepped forwards to examine the contents of the trash can and a brief pause was followed by a resigned sigh. A quick flash of anger was quickly muffled.<em>Well, there goes this month's paycheck.</em>Her tablet lay on the bottom, the plastic blackened and partially melted, its cracked screen stared dolefully up at her from its nest of burnt garbage. Reaching down, her fingers tentatively touched the rim of the metal basket, careful to see if it was hot, before picking it up and pulling out the small tablet. It was a sad mess of its former glory, though closer inspection showed that she could probably still retrieve some data from it. Muttering under her breath, she sighed again. "Good thing I have everything backed up at home." Losing her tablet was certainly an annoyance, but there was nothing to gain from moping about it.<br/><br/>Turning to face Sarah, pity welled up in her as she took in her defensive posture. At the same time, she continued to question whether or not the fire had been intentional. The garbage was still slightly smoldering and the smell was far from pleasant. Deciding to give everyone some time to themselves -- and give herself some time alone as well -- she gave a lopsided smile. "I suppose I didn't actually need that tablet anyway, but please refrain from burning anything else while you're here Sarah." Glancing down at the garbage can in her hand, she looked towards the doors as Kenzie and Detrius returned from the hall. "I think I'll throw this out somewhere else." A crinkling of her nose was clear enough as to her reason why.<br/><br/>Checking her watch, she looked up to see how everyone else was doing. It was a relief that the fire hadn't resulted in anything save a minor annoyance for all. "Okay, we'll be starting again once I'm back. There's no rush to finish eating though." She had no problems with people eating during discussions. A comfortable environment was important to establish. With one last smile, she turned to head out the doors with the purpose of simply dropping the can outside the room. Possibly even the restroom. Even she needed to clear her head from time to time.<br/><br/>As she turned the knob, opening the door, a loud CRACK! echoed ominously through the room and Jenny jumped in surprise at the sound. Looking around, nothing seemed out of order. Had it come from the hallway? Looking through the door, nothing seemed out of the ordinary either. Or was it from outside the building? A series of smaller crackling noises sounded above and looking up her eyes widened before narrowing quizzically. Parts of the ceiling had peeled away, similar to peeling paint though that was to be expected with old age and lack of proper maintenance. A web of fine cracks were spread across the ceiling above the doors and the center of it was slowly widening.<br/><br/>Quickly stepping backwards, she wondered if the ceiling had weakened with age and was beginning to sag. But what exactly was--<br/><br/>Suddenly the entire section of ceiling gave way, a charred and flaming beam crashing through in a shower of sparks and debris, pinning the stunned doctor beneath. There was no scream, the doctor merely laid beneath the fiery beam, eyes wide and disoriented with shock. The beam lay slanted across her body, only the top half of her was still visible to the group. Blue eyes slowly focused on the patients and minutes seemed to pass before her lips moved soundlessly with effort. The garbage can rolled timidly to the side and into the wall, its contents spilling out in the process.<br/><br/>Through the gaping hole in the ceiling, an inferno was all that was left of the upper level of the building as fire licked at the walls and quickly consumed books and furniture. It traveled down through the new opening as flames ate away at the wall and began devouring the doors, the hole in the ceiling widening as it went. Soon, another beam joined the first and the doctor disappeared from view. The smell of smoke was no longer simply from Sarah's little 'accident', nor was it the irritating burn of breathing outside as snow fell. Instead, the heat was all too real and threatening as it crackled viciously, smoke billowed up from the old building to join the dark clouds outside.