RING! RING! Landon woke up, blinking and smiling at his wife who was in her arms. He grouped for the phone, eyes still blurry. "Hello?" he asked groggily.
"Hi dad."
"Michael?" Landon asked, moving Jamie and sitting up. Jamie, being roused, woke up rubbing her eyes and looked at him. Her voice was tired as she said, "Who is it?" and yawned.
"Michael," he whispered. "What's up bud?"
"You putting me in here." Apparently he was still not seeing the good in it.
"Mike, I did it for you. I didn't want to you know, it just had - had to happen. Okay?" The line went dead. Landon shook his head while shaking his head. "How do I make him happy?" he muttered.
Jamie sat up, putting a hand into his hair, seeing a few gray hairs. She laughed, realizing at one time in her life she had never thought she and Landon would get old together, and now she got to make fun of every gray hair that popped up. "For what he's done," she said softly, "There was no making him happy if we were going to save him. We had to save him Landon." There was sudden running down the hall and Lily came bursting in the door, not knocking.
"Hunny, before you come in here you're supposed to knock," reminded Jamie.
"I know but-,"
"You know the rule, no bu-,"
" MOM LISTEN! THE KITCHEN IS ON FIRE!"
"What?" yelled Jamie, jumping up, her mouth open with fright. "Get out of the house Lily. NOW!" Lily winced at the yelling. She had never heard her mom yell before. She scrambled out the door, sliding on the hard wood floor and crashing to the ground, the pushing her self off and running again. "Ashley!" she called out. Her room had just been painted and because of the fumes, she had slept downstairs in the living room right by the kitchen, and she was a sound sleeper. "Go get Jeremy! I'll get Ashley!" yelled Landon, bounding down the stairs.

~* ASHLEY POV*~

I woke up, pushing off the blanket that made me sweat. "Why can't I BREATHE?" I panicked, trying to breathe but getting only- What was that? She opened her eyes to see gray. Gray? Did she sleep walk outside into the fog? She reached for something, anything, to tell her where I was. The couch. I breathed through her nose. SMOKE! I tried to yell, to warn the family, but instead ended up choking. I coughed, sputtering, spitting, trying to get my throat clear so I could yell.

~*END OF POV*~

Her eyes closed, to her the world was black.