Heat I'll light your world on fire, she said, and he hoped she meant it literally. It turned out she did. The first thing to go was his job. The building went up one Saturday night, around 2 am, and the few people who were obnoxiously visibly at work at that time had plenty of time to leave. But it didn't stop there. Before he could find a new job elsewhere, she burnt put the entire industry, flames intangibly ripping thru the economy until nobody alive, including the man, even remembered his occupation or the industry it had... built? Serviced? Accounted for? Who knew? He awoke one morning feeling hot and sweaty, and unable to remember where he'd gone to school. She kissed him, made breakfast. By the time he'd eaten, his family, brothers, sisters, everyone, had been turned to ashes. He hoped it had been painless. He held her that night and asked what else she would burn. Everything, she said. Everything must go, he joked. A fire sale. Your sense of humor can stay, she said.