Found a book in the recycling. A kids' book, about a dragon who's scared of fire. Stupid, right? But I sat against the dumpster and read the whole thing. The dragon learns to breathe smoke rings instead of flame. It's still fire, just... softer. The ending's dumb. Everyone loves him. But for a minute, I forgot where I was. Funny how stories work. They let you borrow a different skin. The rat tried to eat the corner of a page. I told him no. Some things you don't destroy.