flaming locks of auburn hair

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?

Sam had taken to a lot of late night walks at the moment, when he was at home. It distracted him from his empty bedroom, the side of his bed that was filled with Loren in Halo, but no one here, where Nate had once been and where Remi had been forgotten; it was best to be somewhere else until morning some nights. By himself he could stare into the sky or wander out to the Outskirts, think until the sun rose and he could go to work.

Passing by the location of his old book stall he smiled fondly - it was a cake stall now, the space having been quickly snapped up as soon as he had moved away from the market. Running his fingers over the wood, he wondered what it'd be in ten, twenty years, if the market would still stand then. Unless something ended him beforehand, he would still be the same, observing the changes around him; seeing new people come and go for all eternity.

He noticed Oliver walking along - speaking of Outlanders. Sam had only ever seen Oliver in the background of events, been idly aware of him; he thought it odd the man was walking around at such a late time of night. Approaching, he gently asked: "Hello, um, are you alright?"

Samuel

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?