“Where’s the alarm? Shrieks Lara flinging the covers while simultaneously, bolting Pell-mell for the kids.
“Jennifer, Jennifer,” bellows Dave attempting to pierce the engulfed hallway.
“Christian,” Lara screams into the flames that bar her from her son.
Lara grabs Dave’s t-shirt arresting him from his dive through the blaze, “Good God no, I need you.”
Twisting free Dave leaps into the inferno.
As Lara flies the stairs, screams assault her sequentially, each distinct, identifiable first her tiny son, then his elder sister and last her impetuous husband.