Date: 2017-06-21 04:52 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (007)
[ Jim replaces the gun and sighs quietly. ]

My room's gone, Sunshine. It all burned.

[ So the fire had come from Jim's mind. He moves over to the larger punching bag and touches it, palms open, before giving it an experimental jab. ]
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