Travis bobbed his head as he looked around, stepping out of the way when more people ran past, coughing. He knew the desire to help the injured was difficult to quell when they were basically right in your face.
“Yeah, they did,” he answered. Hearing Cass’ assurance that his sister would make sure nothing happened to Deb or Lily somehow allowed him to breathe a easier - figuratively. The smoke seeping towards the door made the air thick, his throat itched with the urge to cough. Any attempt to locate his girlfriend and her daughter in this mess probably wouldn’t succeed. “I’m sure Carly and the Graveses will get out, too, especially if Logan’s with them.”
When Cass took off to investigate the source of some pained screams, Travis spared a moment to glance toward the stairwell. Deb and Lily would be okay. They were with a cop. No way they wouldn’t make it out. He pulled his shirt up over his nose and followed the direction Cass went in. Smoke and heat made his eyes sting and he closed them to slits as he maneuvered around burning debris.
The pile that was one a ceiling was moving. Someone was buried under it, and judging from the movement, they were still conscious. He reached out to grab one of the larger chunks and hissed when the heat scalded his hands.