Darkness surrounded him as he searched for his bearings. The last thing he remembered was kissing John. John! Where was he? What happened? Was he ok? His eyes began to adjust to the darkness and he saw that John lay next to him. "John," he heard his voice come out in a wheeze. God his head hurt like hell! Crawling to John he heard voices from outside. He couldn't make them out but he was focused on John. He shook John to only receive moans. Keith was ecstatic. Thank god he was alive! "John, come on wake up." His eyes slowly started to flutter. That's when the orange blaze was blinding. What the hell? The flames engulfed the front door and the front windows. They were still in John's house. But it was burning. Shit! Shit! "JOHN GET UP NOW!!!" John's eyes opened slowly and he saw Keith and smiled. "John come on get up." Keith got to his feet and immediately felt an uneasy, woozy feeling, but he did not go down. They had to get out and now. The side door was also ablaze the only way was the bathroom window. It faced the back of the house. Keith grabbed John's hands and pulled him to his feet. Keith helped him into the bathroom and pushed open the window. He helped John up and out of the window when a black coat on the back of the door caught his attention. The coat read Madison Police Department. That's where he worked before he moved here. When he turned the coat over he was shocked. The front read Kent. Instantly a tall very handsome man swam into his memory. His name was Kent Brady.