When Bill opened his eyes again, half expecting to see his life flashing in front of them, he thought he saw, through the growing flames and smoke, a figure moving towards the bank. "Up here..." he tried to call, the smoke taking advantage of the opening to try and crawl down his throat into his lungs. He coughed, and on instinct tried to struggle free of the chain that bound his hands behind his back, preventing him from trying to loosen the noose. "I'm up here..." he tried again, his eyes starting to water as the flames licked nearer and nearer to the chair.