One hand covered her mouth while the other reached for Wesley. He’d pushed her to the side, and she didn’t understand why. She noticed he looked up above her. Someone stood there. She craned her neck and raised her eyes higher and higher until she recognized Owen, his mouth moving in what seemed like soundless shouts. Slowly his words became clear and focused as Lydia realized he yelled for them to keep moving. She whipped her head downward to see the flames protruding out the doorway. In the next instant, Wesley lifted her under her armpits and dragged her across the floor. In a muffled daze, she was pulled away from the fiery place she’d stood moments before. Lydia’s mind snapped to attention. She cranked her neck up and saw Wesley yelling at her. Owen stepped up to her side, his mouth moving with muffled sounds. “...you hurt?” The last words of his sentence phased in loud and clear.
