"Ummm, maybe? I don't really remember my parents. Name's Murphy, though. Ack!" He works to maintain his balance of the rapidly shrinking floor... but, as fate would have it, intervention comes, in the form of the roof above them starting to crack and collapse, sending large chunks down, both suspiciously aimed at Draiss, and landing just so as to provide Murphy with small islands to leap across to, and stay out of the lava, for a few minutes longer.