Tarlach could feel the heat on his face as he approached the flame-engulfed forest. As he neared the conflagration, he saw that a wide path led into the flaming forest. The licking flames did not encroach upon the path, but seemed to respect its presence. Tarlach tried to stop walking but found that he could not arrest his own forward motion. Don’t do this, he thought to himself as he walked towards the trailhead. His unease gave way to panic – what was controlling him? The thought flashed across his mind: Or, perhaps, who? The heat was much stronger now, warming Tarlach from head to toe against the coolness of the night. Through sheer will, he finally forced himself to stand still. For a moment he fought himself. His muscles tensed mightily as he devoted his every effort to remaining in p