Nathan Free, Natalie Bound

I was out of my body again when it started. Absorbing quartz essence, and strolling through my dreams. The wastebasket next to my writing-desk suddenly went 'whhfh!' and I saw a flickering yellow light coming up from it. And seconds later, licking flicking flames peeked up over the edge of the basket, rising higher. I had only recovered a fraction of my mana, but I conjured water to spill down into it and put out the fire. I started pulling myself into my body, forcing myself not to rush. I picked a muscle in my arm and moved it, the limb shoved out from under the blanket. Next, a leg flopped over. Bit by bit I'd get myself to the door. The more I moved in, the more control I have.