Screams of "Fire!" erupt in the night, drawing me from my bedroom. The manor is ablaze and quickly filling with smoke. I can see the flames flicker at the bottom of the stairs, consuming the manor that should be mine. But that is not the problem. No, the smoke. The smoke is slowly flooding the upper floor and I gasp for air.

I fall to my belly and start to crawl back to my bedroom, but even that low breathing is difficult. I reach my bedroom and continue to crawl. Since I barricaded the entrance to the underhalls, the second floor windows are my only hope. But as I rise to my feet and gasp a few lungfuls of smoke I collapse to the floor.

On the floor, gasping for air, I lose consciousness, unsure if I'll ever wake up...