Marks mind went blank. He ran to Darlas home only to see it up in flames. “MARK, oh thank god you’re here!” “Where is she?!” “She ran into your home, but I haven't seen her come out!” “Get somewhere safe!” “Where are you going?!” “I’m going to go get her!” Mark ran into his home, the walls were on fire and the roof threatened to collapse. The smoke stung his eyes and filled his lungs. “SARAH! WHERE ARE YOU!” He heard something collapse in the bedroom and he heard a scream. His mind panicked as he ran into the bed room, only to see half the room on top of her. She screamed in pain, her leg was broken and the wood was burning her skin. She was in tears, screaming out for Mark. When he tried to lift the wood, two guards came into the house, gripping his arms. “SIR THE BUILDING IS ABOUT TO COLLAPSE, WE HAVE TO LEAVE!” He pushed them off and reached out for Sarah. “TAKE MY HAND!” She reached out and just for a few second, hope filled him, but it didn’t last. When she reached out, the rest of the roof collapse onto her. A large metal door from upstairs came down and sliced her head clean off. Mark screamed with terror as he watched her head roll. Tears ran down his cheeks as he screamed. The guards got ahold of him and dragged him out. Mark screamed out Sarah's name, and as he did the ash that filled the building filled his lungs. Those ashes were filled with the memories they made, and with each inhale, all the memories flooded into him, burning his lungs and his skin until he felt as cold as the world was. As the guards escaped the building with Mark, they watched as the building collapsed, covering them in a blanket of ash and burned wood. Darla was in tears, but Mark just stood there. He looked at the rubble and pulled out the small rabbit he made. He walked over to Darla and gave it to her with a hug. He didn't say anything, but Darla was weeping. When the fire died, Mark watched as a large group of guard approached the ruins. “Who owned this building?” “I...I did.” When they heard Mark, they all moved, revealing The King in the middle. He approached Mark slowly and put a hand on his shoulder. “Did you lose someone?” “Yes…” “Who?” “My little sister Sarah…” “Was she your only family?” “Yes…” “Was this your only home?” “Yes…” “Then let me help you.”