"What's this?" Henry wondered, as he made his way towards the shack. He knew it belonged to Smith, though he didn't know if anything valuable were inside. As he felt the heat hit him in the face, he realised the fire was spreading. He ran to the cottages to alert Smith, but he didn't realise that Smith wouldn't be at home. Smith was on the hill, gazing at the multicoloured sky as his old life burnt to ash below. He smiled, flicked away his cigarette, and walked towards new beginnings.