With the torch being thrown derrick reached out to grab it out of reflex, then the thought occurred to him how not to worry about burning anything. The torch fell out of his hands that were about to grab it and a quick tumble it fell into the quite wet swamp. Reaching down he pulled up the very very soaked up tinder which wouldn't burn now until dried, added oil or used some form of magical fire.<br/><br/>"Oh, umm... guess I can't help much..." Derrick muttered not too sheepishly.<br/><br/>He looked up and wondered if they could get ahold of a catapult, then just have everyone use a feather-fall spell, but course he neither knew where to get a catapult, nor where to get the spell, made that idea useless.<br/><br/>Then there's the idea of waiting until wintertime when the swamps freeze over with ice and then pushing the DeLorean across the surface to get it to 88 Miles an hour... Or maybe that's a random thought from somewhere else...