When Mr. Spring started swallowing Casey's fire her head had started spinning. It was the most terrifying thing that had ever happened to her, she couldn't breath or move. The fire no longer belonged to her, but to him, the creature sucking the life out of her. She had fought him for a while, although it must have been only a split second. Then the fire was gone and she had fallen to the ground, the wound on her hand from the demon opened again. She had tried to get up when she saw what he was doing, she wanted to yell at the others, scream that they had to leave the roof. And then they had fallen, she had barely been conscious as they did.<br/>When she finally woke up she could hear the voices of the others, her body ached and she was dizzy. She looked down at herself, something was very wrong, she felt wrong. She sat up and started removing the bandages, her heart racing. She didn't even notice where she was, all she wanted to do was remove the bandages hoping that the feeling would go away. But it didn't, she looked at her hands, they were a bit cold, as the matter of fact, she was cold. She wanted to start a small fire in her hands to warm her up, but nothing happened. She stared at her hands for a moment before trying again. Still, no flames, not even a spark.<br/>"No, please no." She tried again and again, getting more frustrated at each try. "Work God damn it, please." She was close to tears, shaking.