When Jim had dashed back inside, he glanced around, trying to see but it had mostly cleared out by that point. When he heard the familiar voice, he shifted towards her. Grabbing hold of her wrist, he tugged her away from the wall. “Move. Now.” He knew his voice was harsh with the command, but the smoke was starting to get to him and he wanted her out now.
Lottie looked blankly for a second but as he grabbed her wrist and yelled at her she finally moved. “Which way?” she yelled, panic making her voice waver and not able to clearly see which way she going. Coughing as she stepped forward and the smoke was starting to make it harder to breathe.
As soon as Jim made sure Alex was outside, he turned back around and dove back into the burning building. It didn’t matter that he could hear the sirens, he knew how crucial every second could be when it came to a fire. Even more, he knew this building better than anyone else from his years repairing every inch, going over the wiring, everything. He knew he could get people out.
He stripped off his shirt and dunked it in a nearby punch bowl, holding the damp shirt in front of his face. “Hey, anyone here?
Lottie was on the edge dance floor when the alarm had sounded but in her immediate panic she had moved closer to the bar and somehow moved back to get herself pushed right up against the wall. Now she was rigid, frozen to the spot while her head was screaming to get out. It wasn’t until she heard Jim that she was finally able to coordinate mind and body to call out, “Over here.”
Lottie's wild adventure 