"G-damn it, Pilot!"

I swore, staring at the inferno. The enormous, plastic "ART-SUPPLIES-N-MORE" sign flashed with flames and fell, crashing into the ground with a blast of sparkling, hissing cacaphony. Smoke billowed into the gloomy sky. Did that utter imbecile not realize this fire might attract all sorts of nasties here? I really needed to get my gun back now!

Considering that the art store was no longer an option, I looked at the blackened office wall. The old wooden panels were cracked and carbonised almost silver...

...clinging to them, a torn poster of a kitten doctor gave me the necessary encouragement.

"Hmmm... you're right Dr. Kitty, that just might do!"

I tore a piece of blackened wood off the wall and began to scribble with it on the papers, laughing maniacally at having defeated Pilot's machinations.

Nobody said it had to be perfectly legible... ...right?