GASPED it was getting late and he had to get back to the apartment before he was missed. the last rays of heat from his now dead fire scattered out through the trees and further into the woods. he quickly, but carefully, collected his equipment. leaving something behind wouldn't be disastrous, but why spend the night worrying about it? he didn't have all his kit with him, naturally, since this was only a thinking fire (and a small one at that). just a brief visit. no deep penetrating exchanges. only a few quickly scrawled words and a small pile of smouldering debris. it was easily stamped and covered over, though the cinders would remain under the forest litter.