Warm fire was the comfort colour that opened the room to safety. It was home and it was nice, and the heat would help me feel good. But today the fire burned my legs away like branches on the bomb fire. My head spun round and round in chaos and I felt ready to collapse. Shadows flickered on the walls like dancing spirits with long limbs and long faces. Their gangling arms and skeletal bodies hovered above us patiently; their faces were glum, dropped mouths heavy in silence. White eyes in black sockets, they overstretched their coal hands out to him. He reached up to them like he could see them clutching his hands together in prayer. Eyes wide and full of hope but only for a moment, the light faded and the fire went out.