Everything’s bright, too bright, drenched in red and orange and it’s hot, unbearably hot. Something’s wrong, so very wrong. It shouldn’t be so bright and so scorching hot. That’s not normal but it takes Kris a few minutes to point out what’s so off. It’s burning. The house he’s standing in front of, it’s burning. It shouldn’t be burning, he knows that but he still doesn’t understand why it’s so important. Then he hears voices, loud voices, they’re screaming. Why are they screaming?