Amy really hated fire. She couldn't help it.
Fire reminded her of her parents death, and the destruction of Grace's mansion.
It consumed anything in its path, and was completely and utterly merciless.
It was a symbol of rage, and blind fury...Nothing good ever came out of fire.
When she had nightmares, all she could see was rage and desolation.
It was all connected to fire.
That's why, whenever it rained, Amy would stand by the window and watch it,
wishing that the drops could just wash all the fire away.
