[The handle of the doorknob is cool to the touch, and would easily open up to the sight outside. A lawn unfolds, stretching forward to the curb while a house next door is engulfed in flames. Attention is on it at the front of the house, where plumes of smoke spiral upward and glass threatens to blow out of heat soaked rooms.
A small voice calls out, too weakly to be heard by the firefighters charging in the front door. A child sized hand sticks out of a broken basement window, jagged glass still blocking the exit. "Help! I can't breathe! Somebody help me!"]