"The dojo's BURNING?!?!?" Karena swears colorfully. "Flint, does it matter what's going on?" Karena pries up a loose floorboard and hands him a large duffle bag. "Take this and anyone you can find. If the fire spreads, you can manipulate the flames to get through, right? GO!! RUN!!! And Flint I don't care what you hear, but I swear to God if you turn back..." her voice trails off, tears in her eyes, an unusual feeling embracing her like an old friend. Fear. For the first time, Karena felt fear.