"Actually I fancied a walk outside." Dexter said uselessly for no one was around to hear the quip staying right where he was until the glass started to fracture. He shivers dispute the heat rising in the room. Well in all actuality, he might just be dust on the planet about to combust by this time. But the thought of dying this way was not a pleasant thought. He sighs in relief when the glass began to heal itself glad to not have died and shook his head feeling stupid. Many others had probably lost their lives cause of the intense heat. He felt a kind of sadness for the lives that were probably lost, not that he knew which ones had died or lived.