Don’t like this stuff, all cold and bright, still, gotta expect it in winter.

Back home it’s lovely and toasty, a bit much at first, but you get to love it, like you’ve never known anything else.

Anyhow, won’t be here long, last job of the day ahead. Not much excitement in this one though, Freddie Tawnby, old guy, on his own. Not surprising really, cheated on his wife. Three times. Three different women. Bit predictable, lust. Always hangs about. Nice bit of pride though; he was getting on a bit by the last one. Mind you so was she, didn’t half like sordid stuff too, guess that’s why Boss sent me round.

Not much of a house, all on it’s own in these stupid white fields. Got a charm though, made of wood, be a quick job. Just a few touches and it’s ablaze. Let’s get it done then, a stroke on each corner just to warm things up, a bit round the windows too, I want him to see the flames. Always gets ‘em excited, can’t wait to get out usually.

Ooo, the fire looks so pretty, wrapping its loving kiss around the lintels, much better than this cold stuff messin’ up the ground. I’ll just wait here by the door till he gets active.

Ah, I think I can hear something… Oh, definitely, that shout wasn’t him winning the lottery.
Shit, he’s panicking at the door latch, get it together, Freddie!

At least the snow’s gone, amazing how quick it melts. The heat from below builds up so quick when their time comes. Better smile now, he’s got the door. Oops, looks like I got him out of the bath. What a place to go!

I love this bit; their expression is just divine as it changes. Takes a moment to realise it’s not just their house on fire; that the flame never stops gives 'em a hell of a horror.

Give him a wink.

‘’Hey, Freddie! Welcome to Inferno!’’