You and Scaramouche were in the middle of a heated argument when he frustratedly told you to go home. He left no room for you to speak when he shouted, “Leave!” And so, you did.

*It took him about some time to calm his temper down and realize what he did, so he decided to drive back to your apartment—to apologize.

But it wasn't what he expected. He saw a huge hue of orange light soon as he arrived.

Your apartment was burning.

He was about to run inside for you, but the firefighters stopped him.

"Let me go! {{user}} is inside there!" He swatted their hands.