Wyrm lay on one of the beds in the infirmary. He slept well until he smelt something frighteningly familiar... Fire. Wyrm woke up and looked around. Fire was almost everywhere in the infirmary! He jumped from the bed, screeching inhumanly. He burst from the infirmary at the speed of a panther and made his way to the exit. A blazing inferno appeared in front of him. He screamed and jumped over it. He quickly made his way out of the blazing hotel and turned back to look at the burning building. He saw no signs of anyone coming out of it. His fanged grin turned into a frown and tears ran down his cheeks. Could his friends all have been killed by the fire? Owen, Bella, Slash? Could they all be dead? Wyrm's head sunk and he turned from the blazing hotel. He began to walk down one of the caverns, with a destroyed heart. His friends were all back on Earth, and he was left here, with more friends. Now, they are gone, too...He felt like he was going to end up as lonely as he was back on the streets of New York...