[ONESHOT] i think the ground is pulling me down

The doorknob is hot under your fingers(not your palm, not your palm anymore), and as you stalk into the hallway, you register the far away beep of a smoke alarm. The light is awfully pretty; it's moving and flickering and orange, coming from downstairs. You're not going downstairs, though, you're just going across the hall. A shame, you think. His room's doorknob is a lot cooler than yours had been.