The year thereafter was something. Thomas came in to check on me. Week after week, he came. Always we meet at the street. His stories are nice to listen. But where's brother?

"He is with a teacher." That is what Thomas told me. I asked about it. Thomas always change the subject. I don't mind. He show me how to light fires that doesn't burn. It started when I asked him to light a candle.

First I think of something oily. Oozing through in front of me. To a burning sensation. So hot. Very hot. It's burning. Ahhhhhh it really is burning. Hot, hot, hot.

Fire! "Thomas help! Fire!" He rushed and blew it out. I forgot that it hurts dead people. It was scary.

"Be careful. I don't think I can blow 'em down much more." He tries to gather his breath. It was his way to ready to blow fires out, I think. He never taught me how. But I can light candles now.

Although sometimes, I get it too hot. And the candle melted. Thomas always said, "never try to put it out with water. It will spread." I believe him. He never lied about fires.

He is a good teacher. But he had to leave. Thomas always helping people. Always helping the dead. All types of problems solved by him.