Abby couldn't breathe.

She couldn't even move.

As if from a distance, she could hear Ruby screaming in her ear. She could feel the other scientist tugging on her arm. But her feet remained glued to the floor.

"Abby, come on!" Ruby kept screaming. Her voice sounded tiny, as if she were shouting from the shoreline while Abby drowned in the ocean. "We gotta move! Come on! Come on!"

All she could do was stare.

Stare as the flames slowly moved towards her.

She felt like she was in a movie. It felt like time was slowing down. Everything was moving in slow motion.

Even Ruby's words were starting to slur.

Abby could feel the heat of the flames.

It was almost like watching a train wreck, in which someone couldn't help but look. She felt her morbid curiosity taking over.

The flames began to unfurl towards the ceiling.

They were a variety of colors, ranging from red to orange to yellow.

Part of her mind was screaming. It was screeching, wondering why she was analyzing the color palette of the flames when her life was in danger.

She tried to will herself to move.

But her feet didn't budge.

The heat increased and Abby started to sweat. The fire continued towards her. For some strange reason, Abby had the bad habit of analyzing trivial things at the worst possible moment.

Sadly, this time was no exception.

Sweat began to pespire from her forehead.

"Abby, let's go! Let's go!" Ruby screamed.

Ruby's voice sounded different, she couldn't help but note. She had a Tony moment, in which something was reminding her of a movie. She remembered the movie "Home Alone 2: Lost in New York", when the character Kevin McAllister used a tape recorder to distort his voice so he could sound like an adult when he made reservations at the Plaza Hotel.

Ruby's voice sounded just like that.

Finally, Ruby gave up.

She turned, her long hair flying behind her as she dropped Abby's arm and started to run. Abby couldn't help but turn her head to follow her movements. To Abby, she was running in slow motion.

She still felt detached.

If she were in her right mind, she would be angered over Ruby's desertion.

Slowly, Abby turned to face the flames once more. They were inching closer and closer. There was no sign of Gibbs.

No sign of rescue.

Abby couldn't bring herself to care.

She felt like she was watching the entire scene from a distance. The person staring at the fire couldn't possibly be her.

It was only a coincidence that the female in danger had black pigtails, a frayed pair of black jeans and an old Marilyn Manson T-shirt.

"Abby!" Ruby yelled again.

Finally, the flames reached her.

At that moment, Abby felt like Sarah Connor from "Terminator 2: Judgment Day". She remembered the scene in the park. Sarah was grabbing the fence, watching helplessly as the entire area was hit by a nuclear bomb.

The entire park was blackened and burnt.

Sarah could only scream as the flames washed over her.

She became nothing more than a screaming skeleton as the attack continued. Abby didn't have a clichéd moment, in which her entire life flashes before her eyes.

She didn't go through her bucket list.

Being depressed over all the things she didn't get to do.

She didn't have an equally long list, regretting the things she didn't say to the people she loved.

All she felt was her detachment disappearing.

All she felt was the sheer, utter agony of the flames washing over her and consuming her body.

All she felt was her voice yelling out one word: "GIBBS!"

Then everything went black.