This is going to be from Lettie's pov.
They were fighting off the remaining protesters when it happened. The fire came out of nowhere. It was so unexpected. But Phillip was shouting for everyone to get out. Lettie stayed behind to make sure everyone else was out. Anne had just left when a piece of the ceiling fell, blocking Lettie's exit. She started calling for help, but the roar of the fire drowned her voice out. After five minutes, being in there started to take it's effect. She had difficulty breathing, and everything around her started spinning and warping. More time passed and she couldn't hold herself up anymore. She collapsed on the ground. Now she was having trouble staying conscious. Why did P.T. have to leave? she wondered. Just as she was about to become unconscious, she saw P.T. running toward her. "LETTIE!" He screamed. "P.T..." she managed to whisper before everything went black.
Lettie woke up in a strange room. She saw many people there. P.T.'s sister Charity, her daughters Caroline and Helen, and Charity's husband. She also saw Anne and Phillip, but P.T. wasn't there. "Charity...P.T..." she found that she had difficulty talking. "He said he had business to attend to, but I'm sure he'll be back just as soon as-" Charity was cut off as the door banged open and P.T. entered. "How is she?" he asked. "See for yourself." Anne said. P.T. walked up to the bed. Lettie tried to sit up a little more. P.T. sat down next to the bed and took both of her hands in his own. "Can we have a moment alone?" P.T. asked everyone. "Of course." Charity said. She placed a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder before exiting the room with everyone else. P.T. placed a hand on Lettie's cheek. "Are you alright?" he asked her. "I am now that...you're here." she whispered. Then, P.T. leaned in and kissed her. They couldn't have been more content at that moment.