"Emry. Em."

Flames roared up into the night, blazing so bright that everything else sloped away into darkness. They'd caught easily on the old pickup truck, which lay now blown onto its side, bits of its fender and rotten tires strewn in the tall, thick grass. The heat compounded the humidity in the night air; it felt like hell, literally like hell, smothering and heavy and dark and hot and smelling of burning rubber and metal.

Blood spattered the grass, the bits of rusted metal. Embers skated up through the darkness.

"Stay with me."