They all wanna know why, but there is no reason, I just like it. So, they've locked me in here until they work me out. But as I've said there's nothing to work out, it's just the way I am. They ask me about my earliest memory. So I tell them about playing with a torch under the sheets. I was always fascinated with how the artificial light would warp my brother's face and cast freaky shadows on my wall. I tell them about watching the coal fire at my grandma's house; watching the flames dance. I tell them how bonfire night was always my favourite. It's all true, but I am not sure how it will help them.
Man, watching those flames was so cool; calling 999, hearing the sirens, watching the engines arrive and then the organised chaos of fire fighting. It was like a football match, I was cheering on the flames and they were ahead for a while, but then the firemen drew level and finally won the battle. Two days later the police came for me. I wasn't surprised but my parents were.