"I left my lighter in the basement -- no, wait, I left the lighter fluid out... on the floor, it must have spilt. I went upstairs, realised I forgot my lighter cause I sleep with it under my pillow and my whole living room was on fire." Mick recalled slowly because it was taking effort and he couldn't get it out properly, he had to keep pausing to think and the pauses stretched out. Just when the cops thought he'd stopped, he started up again. "I ran outside and the knob burnt my hand -- I watched it and I didn't do anything. They screamed and--"

Mick didn't know what to say to that, he just stared blankly ahead. Shit. What did he even do to explain this whole mess.