Flames! A wall of flame! A torrent of reds, oranges and blues...screaming! Loud! Deafening! Earsplitting! The firestorm was preparing to consume her little cottage!
"Move now!" He leapt through what had been the front window. Grabbing her by the arm he literally pulled her through her shattering home towards the door. It was too late. The flames were consuming her kitchen in the back. Annabel screamed like a terrified little girl. She wasn't! She had never been! Didn't want to be now, but...the flames were going to take her. The thunderous burning beast was suddenly everywhere. This was it. She was going to burn to death.