"Jesus is the only card I have left to play, but with that Card, I'll win the game." - Travis Allen 1981-99, Class of 2000, Auburn Adventist Academy

Drug Fire

As the tingling of the leap faded, Sam felt a warm flow of air sweep over him. He sighed as he let his muscles relax. It felt so good not to leap into the middle of something desperate, or awkward, or embarrassing. Maybe if he kept his eyes shut the leap would stay comfortable. He'd just sit here in front of this heater and relax. Maybe he'd be lucky and Al would show up before he had to do any thinking.

"Sam! Wake up! The house is on fire!"

Al could only watch with agony and yell at Sam as he struggled up to consciousness.

"Come on Sam, wake up!"

"Wha?" Sam moaned

"You have to get out of here!"

Al practically danced with impatience as Sam slowly rolled over and started to get up.

"No, stay down, out of the smoke."

Sam obligingly flopped flat again.

"Now, I'll lead you out, just crawl behind me."

When Sam looked at him, he noticed that his eyes looked a bit glassy, but the urgency of getting Sam out of the fire took precedence.

"Ok, now just come this way, there's a window right over here."

Al slowly walked backward, watching Sam half crawl, half slide across the floor behind him. He seemed to be having trouble moving, and Al was worried about what might have happened before his arrival.

"Okay Sam, now you just open this window and you're home free."

Al watched with concerned impatience as Sam fumbled with the window catch. When his first attempt failed, Sam began to giggle at the catch.

"Sam, what's the matter with you?! Pull yourself together and get out of here."

Sam finally managed to push open the window and crawl out. He flopped to the ground outside and lay there looking dazed.

"Sam, you can't stay here, you've got to get away from the house."

Sam didn't say anything but at the insistent tone in Al's voice he began to weave his way across the yard on all fours. Sam's progress was stopped abruptly when he ran into a tree. He again flopped to the ground and lay there, giggling once again.

"Sam! Sam! Hey buddy, what's wrong? Talk to me! Ziggy, what's wrong with him? What do you mean he's high?! How the hell could he be high?!"

Background set up: some stupid person hid some marijuana (how much would work?) In the heater. The person Sam leaped into then came and turned the heater on and fell asleep in front of it. Sam leaped in and also fell asleep. The marijuana starts to burn, getting Sam high, then the burning marijuana lights the heater on fire, which catches the house on fire, at which point Al shows up.