Hazel wanted to run upstairs. She wanted to run upstairs and escape into the attic where everyone else was, where everyone had said it would be safe. She didn't want to be here.

She was hyperventilating. She needed to calm down.

She didn't have time.

Feeling as if she was only inhaling and never exhaling, Hazel followed Amos, trying to imagine that she was a character in a movie or a video game, that she was safe on the outside of this horrific ordeal. That there was a save point in case she slipped up and made a mistake.

She forced the knowledge that there was no such thing out of her head.

Hazel got to the kitchen doorway and saw the destruction of the beautiful kitchen she had just been happily cooking in, saw the jugs of water spilled all over the floor from her stupid decision to try to put the fire out that she stupidly built up.