Charles stumbled drunkenly through a forest, his lips sealed tightly around his precious cigarette. His mind slowed and his vision blurred, a thick sweat running down his brow as he stumbles from tree to tree, just barely catching himself as his feet catches against the roots that jut wildly across the ground below him.

"A light." is all that goes through his unfocused mind, "A light." he repeats to himself as his foot snags against a particularly large root that lay before his feet, sending him tumbling to the ground with an earthshaking tumble. His last bit of concentration now gone a loud crack comes from his body as shots of electricity shoot from his body and go crashing against the trees around him.

As he comes to his sense and stands he makes note of a small blaze upon a tree branch, "A LIGHT!" he yells out loud to himself and with one quick movement the cigarette between his lips now smokes and flares cherry red as he continues his drunken stumble down through the forest. The world a blazing mess of fire and destruction lay behind him and yet, how little he cares.