Chapter 14
by 
Alexleigh
Light Spook: I know it's tempting, but don't pick the third.
The stool! Gotta save something that cool!
You throw some dirt on the flaming stool. Well done.
You did it. Now the stool, Mute's shirt, and the desk, are all still burning - but - there's dirt everywhere, too.
"Okay, yeah, that seems fair," Mute says, holding out the palm of his hand as if concrescence to a well made argument. "Don't really know what I expected."
You'd like to reply something witty, instead you say, "Aaaagh! I'm on fire! Help me, Mute!" As you failed to consider your distance to the fire and all the oil stains on your overalls.