“Okay, the fire was on the roof?” Sanden asks, clearly trying to cling onto some form of professionalism. Lucky one of us is. “No, it wasn’t. It …” A guy wearing a fedora does some complex movements with his hands. “Like, it came from nowhere!” “It was the fire pit,” a blond with a terrible stache says. “It jumped out.” “Like a fireball!” a man with no eyebrows in a wedding dress says.
