Sunil spots Henry coming up from the tree line on his left. No longer in possession of any of their trash winnings, Henry, red-faced, panic-stricken, and gasping for air, jogs lamely towards him, struggling with each stride.

Sunil quickly throws his magma-encased fists behind his back, concentrating to re-ignite the rock and burn it all to ash. When his hands are nothing more than extremely dirty, Sunil runs over to meet Henry half way.