Ginta's world reformed. Not dead. Not hallucinating. Kakashi was, in fact, here. He'd snatched Ginta from the mouth of Hell, and it was his clone holding the lifeless-looking body of Tsuyako. Firelight and smoke colored Kakashi's pale skin and hair orange, and reflected obscenely on the metal plate of his hitai'ate, and in his exposed grey eye. The clone still wore the face of a wolf, in stylized blue and white.

It's me, jackass, and as suddenly as Ginta had found himself back in his body, he found himself back in his mind. This was real, this was now, and Kakashi was...

Kakashi was heading left, towards the room with the barrels. They weren't burning yet, but any second now...

"Go to the right!" Ginta screamed. There was a soft whoosh of air, almost gentle in the chaos. People screamed as they burned. Others shouted instructions, "Over here! Get out! Look out!"

The ceiling gave a mighty groan, and erupted in purplish crackles of chakra-fueled flames. A beam came crashing down, knocking one of the mixers on its side.

The whoosh became a roar, as a fantastic fireball erupted from the left. From the room with the barrels.

Ginta cast a water jutsu almost by instinct, sending a towering wave ten feet into the air, to shield them. It hissed into steam almost as fast as it grew.

"Go right! Towards those pipes!"