Marty and Foreman were blown off their feet and sprawled forward onto the concrete. Dave was thrown onto a car to his right and ended up with his nose an inch from the shattered windshield. He felt a burning sensation in his calf. Looking down, he saw flames leaping from his trousers. The scene seemed to be moving in slow motion. Dave hit his leg with his bare hands. They stung and he yelped. It was burning fuel. He yanked at his backpack, saggy on his shoulders, and smothered the flames with it. Then he tore the fabric away from his leg. It was only then that he saw Todd lying face-down, his body twisted horribly. A line of burning fuel from the exploded car was racing towards him. Dave slid off the hood and ran to his friend, screaming hysterically. He grabbed Todd's leg and dragged him along the ground away from the stream of burning fuel. Marty and Foreman were just coming to. The senator pulled himself to his knees. 'Todd?' Dave was leaning over him. The boy's face was badly burned, his skin blistered from temple to chin.
