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Part siete

"Smoke? What do you mean by smoke?" Ambar asked with a high pitched voice which was extremely uncharacteristic for her.

Gastón looked again. There was no mistaking it. It was smoke, thick smoke, that was coming from under and over the supply closet's door. "We need to get out of here. There's a fire."

"Fire?" Ambar was still questioning. "How can there be a fire? We have been standing here for 20 minutes. How has it started now?"

"I don't know, but something is certainly burning in there."

The smoke had already started clouding the hallway. Ambar still looked unconvinced. Luckily, or well luck definitely wasn't the best word for this, at that moment, visible flames started engulfing the door.

"Oh my god." Ambar's face was in such disbelief, it would have been funny to Gastón if the situation wasn't, well THIS.

"We need to go." The smoke was just getting thicker, and it had started getting harder to breathe. "Blake has no sprinkler system."

"Yeah," Ambar nodded and started making her way toward the end of the hallway when she almost crashed into Luna. "Lunita! Don't just stand there!"

Luna looked like she was frozen in fear staring at the flames. Who knew that such a lively and exuberant girl as her was afraid of the fire.

The fire was now spreading rapidly.

"Come on." Gastón grabbed Luna by the arms and dragged her along. They couldn't stay in this hallway any longer. He looked at Ambar. "Stay low, the smoke travels upwards and try not to take deep breaths bec—" he had to stop mid-sentence to cough. The smoke was so heavy that it was soon hard to see.

"How do you—you know that?" Ambar was coughing too.

"Has it never come up that my grandfather was a firefighter?"

"I thought..." It was truly almost impossible to speak. How was the hallway so long? "...that you've never met him!"

"I have not."

"Then how does that help us!!"

"It is a family profession. You think I haven't been given a thousand fire safety spiels in my life?"

Ambar had managed to find the door handle and pushed it open so they could get through.

They had gone through the wrong door. It hadn't been the one they had come through while on their way to the counselor's office, but the other one on the other side of the hallway, which had led them to a completely unfamiliar empty foyer.

"Where are we?" Luna had seemed to snap out of her trance.

"I have never been here." Gastón looked around. There was no actual time for that. The smoke was coming under the door very threateningly. "Ambar?"

"No." She shook her head.

"Well, we need to find a way out."

"This is the only way is it not?" Luna pointed to a narrow door in the corner of the room. She walked over and pressed the handle.

It was locked.

"Oh, move over!" Ambar huffed and went to wrangle the handle. She paled after a few tries. It really was locked. "We can't get through."

Gastón walked towards the door they had come through. They were running out of time. The air had already gotten thick with smoke again. They were trapped in a corner and the only way to somehow get out of the building was go through the hallway they had just been in, and past the flaming cupboard—