Keith looked around, his vision blurred by the tears his burning eyes couldn't contain and his head pounding from the hit he had taken as the house had finally collapsed around them. The fire still raged around him, and the angry crackling roared within his ears. He tried to move, stopping to scream as the motion cause his head to spin even more from the pain. He looked down at his legs, paling at the large spar of wood lodged in his right calf. It sat half buried in the ground, the blood already dried around the ragged looking edges; Keith curled into himself, willing down the bile that had tried to force its way out of him.

After several minutes of whimpering in pain and searching his singed coat for his cell, he looked around once more, trying to find his voice and shout for Kayleen. He knew that no one was coming to save them or stop the fire, nothing formalized such as police or firefighters had been around since the Great War. He weighed his options carefully, knowing full well that what he decided to do in the next few moments would be the only thing that could be done for several hours.

He thrust his hands roughly into his pockets, searching frantically for the necessary implements to make his plan work right, stopping the sharp movements the second his leg was jostled, the pain immense, his breath from calm to ragged in an instant. He screwed his eyes shut and ground his teeth, searching slower but with just as much frantic intent. He grinned a little when he felt his hand close around the cool ivory of his knife's handle, and pulled it out swiftly.

He looked at the silver blade, watched the light from the fire dance o'er the metal mesmerizingly, and for a moment debated the merits of his plan before driving the knife into his arm just before the elbow and dragging it swiftly through his flesh until it hit his wrist. As bone met blade, he yanked the knife from his arm and thrust it into a clean patch of dirt close by. Keith closed his eyes and bit back another scream before taking two fingers and wiping the blood onto them, scrawling out a circle and the markings to perform a summons on the ground around the knife, his arm stretched as far as possible without shifting his lower half.

He looked at his arm, watched the blood pour from the gaping wound, felt his head spin and clapped his hands together, tried his damnedest to not pass out yet. He knew he had just seconds before he'd pass out from blood loss, was actually surprised he'd lasted this long with that much blood pooled beneath his leg and arm. He thought on that no longer and slammed his hands into the circle's center, and spat out a single word.

"Karnak."