"It's all in your mind" Jack said. He was wrong. That night when we came back from the bar to Erszebeth's place we found nothing. Nothing but ashes and rubble. The furniture was destroyed and incinerated. The wallpaper was torn. The smell of smoke in the air was recent and frightening. We perfectly knew who had done that and we perfectly knew they would find us soon or late because we were running out of places to hide and also running out of time. And I was scared. Specially scared of falling in love with Jack. Specially afraid of him.