The firechild sits quietly before the flames in the fireplace. As she selects another log to put on the fire, she thinks about all the pain that never stops, and decides to put it in the log. When the log is destroyed, so will be the pain. She wants to believe it, as the tears well in her eyes, everytime she lets the pain out just a little. She decides to wait and see how she feels when the log is nothing but ash.