The flames jump, iridescent forms leaping from their metal prison. They burn bright greens and blues, consuming the paint inside of the dumpster. Bits of ash and burning paper float hauntingly through the air; a strange contrast to the writhing flames below.

Steven watches the fire with a detached sense of accomplishment. Rain falls around him, drenching everything, but the fire consumes all. He clenches his hand around his nose against the stench of burning flesh, and turns away from the dumpster.

As he walks away, Steven concentrates on the noisy world around him. The rain ringing off trash cans. Cars driving though puddles. People running for cover from the downpour. He concentrates, slowing the world around him down. A slow ringing creeps up on him, enveloping him. Steven tries harder, closing his eyes. Whispers beckon, promising, pulling him in and enveloping his teetering mind.

Steven glances around to make sure noone is following him, and smiles happily and continues walking in the pouring rain.