"Holy ****, you're right!" he gasped, forgetting completely. He literally blasted his way back to the lake, being propelled by his fire power, then grabbed his shirt, put it on, then grabbed his shoes, but didnt waste any time putting them on; then made his way back to the house. As he got back, he explained, "See, I have to use my fire power constantly; its always recharging, and if it overflows, I end up using it without meaning to, or even worse, the next time I purposely use it, it works too well, such as when I want a match flame, I get a fireball... the third thing is I set anything I touch on fire." He quickly added, "Oh, and I also did that so that the others would see the fire, and come back to the mansion."
Fyroh was already asleep on the rug.