"It was burning," Daniel said, needlessly. He thought briefly of the things that were gone, things that could not moved along with his furniture. The trees gone brown on the balcony. The scratches in the walls. The smell of Ella.
"Away," he said, belatedly. "I'm going away. My parents were planning on dropping by and if they see me they'll stick me in a hospital somewhere." He's serious, even without his bitter humor.