Date: 2009-03-09 04:38 am (UTC)
The flames vanished as she caught the key, and she simply stared at him for a second, trembling. That had been...way too close.

"Not your fault," She said, quickly thrusting the key in the lock. A turn, a pull, and the door was open with her halfway out of it. She managed a faint smile even as the shaking began to get worse.

"Don't worry. We'll fix it- somehow, we will." Then the door was tugged shut, and she was gone.
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