The fire and smoke curled up from under the door, watched by 
a baleful purple eye in the corner. If he had been asleep, this might have 
surprised him. But he never slept anymore. Sleeping only brought them back. 

Now the paint begins to peel. Horrific faces rush through the 
fire, jeering, laughing, moaning, then disappearing back into the roaring flame 
that had since eaten through the door. Old friends come back to visit. 

They mocked and laughed, but he had gotten stronger since the last time. 

Justonav added his hideous cackle to the roaring blaze. This would not engulf him 
like before.