"That's...uh...different. .." Terenia murmurs.
<It is impossible.> Efaen offers.
<No duh. Didn't you hear me say that two seconds ago? Corliss seems pretty freaked out by it, though. Maybe it's best to just avoid Mr. Napolean for awhile.>
<You did attempt to decapitate him.>
<He deserved it.> Terenia says, although she cannot for the life of her remember what he had done to enrage her.
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Trey, on the verge of unconsciousness, finally manages to find the hatch. He pushes it open manually, throwing all of his weight against the broken hull. The smoke has made him weak, though, and he can only crack it. Fresh, clean night air whooshes in through the opening and Trey falls to the ground from the effort, breathing and hacking at the same time.
The smoke, finally having a place to go, begins to billow outward into the night sky. The fire, sensing fresh oxygen, shifts towards the door where Trey is barely hanging onto consciousness.