The pyro looked around, confused.

One moment he was chasing a BLU scout---Or in his mind, a lil baby with BLU clothing and wings. It's safe to say the Pyro is schizophrenic.---the next, he was wherever he was. There were no rainbows anymore. No babies with wings. No bubbles from his 'rain blower'. In all actuality, it was his home made flame thrower. It just poured rainbows(fire) and made people(enemies) happy!(burn) when he was in pyrovision.

He saw two people. One calling out to the other, one oblivious. Maybe they could show him where he could burn something?

"MMMPH MPH, MMMMPH!"