"Sorry," came Will's small voice, as he frantically wiped at his face. "Nothing's on fire. It just got burnt." But he didn't move from where he was sitting on the floor, his knees up against his chest. He wasn't having a panic attack, that was a good thing. He didn't know what he'd do if he did have one here. Again. He'd had one that first night but he managed to relax on his own. He didn't want to make a habit of it.