Holding your bleedy eye you crawl towards the front door. The stench of burning couch behind you. You fumble the door open and you are out into the snow clad ground. Marci your neighbor across the street sees you struggling and she comes over to see whats wrong. When she sees the state you are in see guides you over to her place. She pulls the shuriken out and applys first aid to the wound. She calls the fire department. They rush over to hose your home down. She gives you five laratabs to help ease the pain, and a couple beers to wash them down with.