Seth awoke in a terror sweat br engulfed by flames br licking at his bed. br His cries of final anguish br piercing the midnight silence. br br His shaking three year old frame, br would not, could not br assimilate the coos and solace br from deluded parents - br speaking rubbish of nightmares br while the whole universe br blazed with terminal fire. br br A yard or so across the room, br illumined by a night light's slender beams, br a child's Hot Wheel raceway, br decaled with crimson - yellow flames br benignly rested on a table.