Olivia had a feeling that the girl was somewhat embarrassed about her bizarre ability, whatever it was. But what she felt had nothing to do with what Olivia could not stop thinking about: her mind could only form an image of Wendy’s arms set ablaze, akin to what the occult dream had displayed. Where did this come from? Olivia was disgusted at her own train of thought, her eccentric urge to set things on fire all of a sudden. Perhaps the plane crash and all the events prior had imposed upon her a thought of absolute freedom, her own reign. She could feel a burning rage within her. One that if set loose, could dominate all organic life on this Earth.

With one hand steadying Wendy’s balance and the other gently caressing her back to comfort, Olivia led the girl to where the others were sitting, where Finley was resting. “Thanks,” Wendy mumbled, but her appreciations were not required, as they were all in the same boat, on the same dangerous and destructive path. Olivia shook her head slightly, “No need to thank me, sweetie. I’m sure you’d do the same for me,” she said, adjusting the pace of her treading to what appeared comfortable for Wendy. “My name is Olivia, by the way.”

As the two girls approached the rest of the group, Aaron inquired if they needed help. Olivia glanced at him and smirked slightly, “No, just about there,” Olivia said and helped Wendy to sit down. While she stood next to the flowery girl, glancing at the others and the lake, the only thing Olivia could think about was the dream, or the vision — whatever it was — and the words that her worshippers had spoken. The syllables echoed within her mind, within her body, itching and scratching at her arms and fingers. Olivia began to whisper the words to herself, repeatedly: [i]all shall burn, all shall burn, all shall burn, all shall bu…[/i] until she interrupted herself and inquired of the group: “So, what do we do now?”