Sara was in the living room of the power station, wading through an especially dry - and thick - Economics text. Why, oh why couldn't it have pirates in it? Or at least come in PDF form that she didn't have to lug around? She sighed, and tried to focus on the unappealing, but required text, when it hit her.

Sara jerked up and backwards, her back arching. Her eyes glowed a firey orange-yellow, and a glowing Phoenix raptor briefly manifested around them. Then she screamed, and collapsed, unconscious, to the floor.

That hated Economics textbook was replaced by a pile of smoking ashes.