Umm…. There was that one CSI episode that involved pigs…

*Hides Zero’s matches*

The flames… Wren feels them. He fights through the pain, to reach his fallen friends…

But, it’s too much. The heat overwhelms his senses, and yet, he’s somehow aware of the distant sound of rain. He runs, unseeing, towards the downpour. He stumles into the deluge, instantly feeling the relief of-

“Eep!”

“Wha’?” The inferno, instantly washed from his mind… Wren is overwhelmed by a visage of pure beauty and bewilderment. Rivulets of water run down reddened cheeks, cling to the neck, and vanish into a huge, sopping wet towel. “Uh! Aaa! S-sorry! Aaa!”

The lips gradually curl, from shock to amusement, as understanding twinkles into her eyes. “I still have five minutes of shower time left, Soggy Tail, so scram!”

He backs, unblinking and unspeaking, from the spray, as she tilts her head into the stream, splashing a silky, raven lock from her brow.

He stumbles, zombie-like out from the bathroom, water dripping from his fur, leaving a sine wave of drops on the carpet as his tail slowly undulates, side to side. The corner of mouth starts to rise, and he becomes aware of a new, and alien emotion… Joy. He relishes the strange, yet pleasant concept, as-

“DOOR!”

He backs quickly to the doorway, fumbling for the knob, as he dare not turn his eyes in that direction. His hand encircles the knob, and he jerks a little too eagerly, causing a bit of a slam.

He hears elated, muffled snickering, even cackling through the door, and realizes that Anna, too, has found joy.

A new vision enters his mind… Her body, wrapped in white, not a towel, but a dress, not merely a dress, but a gown. Her face and her hair, the shared, eager smile, covered, but not blocked… draped actually, in the delicate threads of a veil.

Pyrophobia, or a PTSD trigger? Either way, it’s gotta suck.