[George] George considers the man's words. Yes, I guess I could be called crazy. Why am I so rational at this time. I'm standing next to a puddle with faces and hands reaching out of it, my best friend saw his associate consumed in fire called down by a man shouting strange words, and a passerby just saw a man run away with a burning plate.
George begins to tuck his notebook away, but, as an afterthought, writes down the name "Dick Tracy" and the words "Plate of Fire", before continuing. He starts to move towards the fire brigade, carrying buckets to put out the fire, but turns, and starts to walk down the street in the direction the man pointed the plate bearer had gone.What am I doing?
he thinks to himself. None of this is really happening. It can't be happening. It's all a dream.
George wanders down the street thinking of the whole situation...the fire, the unfortunate remains of the man, and the report of a man carrying a plate of fire. He searches his mind for anything he may know of this plate. [Knowledge: Occult]
Stopping at a street vendr, he picks up a paper, glances at the headlines, and hands the old man the coin to buy it. "P-p-pardon mmmmmme,"
he asks the newsboy. "D-d-did you h-h-happen to see a mmmman go b-b-by here c-c-carrying a b-burning lamp or sssssomething?"