[nine-point-five]
[Gabriel watches the fire from the opposite side of the road, arms crossed. People are rushing to help--he should too, but this whole setup is altogether too strange. The Milkman. Hadn't the milk been poisoned at one time, before he came here? And now, fire. It worries him, and he is torn.]
[As far as he knew, only drones worked in the building, plus the Mayor and Grady. A small but growing part of him that he did NOT like smiles as it burns, hoping they enjoy their trip to hell. But he doesn't think one of the people brought here set the fire; it's too coincidental. No, it is a warning of sorts. It has to be. Poison and fire.]
[The only reason to put the fire out would be to contain it, keep it from spreading to other buildings and houses. He frowns, rooted to the spot, unable to bring himself to try to save the symbol of their plight, even if there was good reason.]
[For the moment, anyway.]
[As far as he knew, only drones worked in the building, plus the Mayor and Grady. A small but growing part of him that he did NOT like smiles as it burns, hoping they enjoy their trip to hell. But he doesn't think one of the people brought here set the fire; it's too coincidental. No, it is a warning of sorts. It has to be. Poison and fire.]
[The only reason to put the fire out would be to contain it, keep it from spreading to other buildings and houses. He frowns, rooted to the spot, unable to bring himself to try to save the symbol of their plight, even if there was good reason.]
[For the moment, anyway.]