As the two officials from

the capitol arrive, the town has

descended into madness.  they hold hands

together, as if they were children and the

figure of plague was

advancing, they were warding it off with song.

There was a fire, an inferno, taking form in

the center.  It was midday in August, but there

was no escaping the heat, no reprieve in even

the air conditioned rooms, the fire was too knowing and

too searching.  The officials took pictures and

video, they needed to convey the information and to

save these people from their delusions, but

each time their fingers touched their

phones, they burnt themselves, their fingers were scorched.