[Climbing up and desperately crawling through the window, the child's fingers tightly grip to his wrist as they emerge out of the basement. The child looks at their arm, still bleeding, and gives a shudder before coughing at the sudden change to cleaner air. Dark hair cropped short, the child's unisex in the moment and dressed in faded blue pajamas.
A rumbling comes from the garage, a set of stored propane tanks just about to blow.