"Have you got the body?" the old man asked. The boy nodded. The body in question was the one of a tailor, a tailor with a reputation for punching people. The boy brought it in, and hoisted it on to the table. The old man checked it. It was him. "Good" he said, "you might want to leave about now." The boy new what he meant. He turned and ran, as fast as his legs could carry him, maybe even faster. A dim glow was now coming from the warehouse, getting brighter, and brighter. He ran into the field, then turned and watched. He felt… warmer.
"Oh no " he said.
The warehouse was on fire