Darkness was all around him, he breathed it in, and it was all he could see and all he could hear. Was he dead? No he couldn't be he wouldn't let it. He had too much to live for a wife and a baby boy on the way. He tried to move but couldn't, something was forcing him back down. His chest was burning he needed air. Someone had to know he was in here, he usually didn't do this but he sent up a silent prayer that he make it ok and not in a body bag as darkness surrounded him again.

She should be used to this, it wasn't the first time she lost someone she loved. What scared her the most was why was she talking like he was dead. He could have slipped past her when she wasn't looking, in the crowd somewhere, maybe he was trying to call her. She dug around until she found her phone, it was turned on and no missed calls. Damn him for being like this. She always knew it would end up getting him killed one day she just didn't think so soon.

He forced his eyes open, stay open he willed them; he knew no one was coming for him; he would have to do it on his own. He took a deep breath sending pain shooting everywhere. Ok so he may have a broken or crack rib that would explain the pain in his chest. He rolled over or attempted to but stopped when he was on his side. He could hear voices out side he was so close but he was a world away.

He moved everything one by one trying to see what was hurt. Only his chest that was the good thing. Or bad if it was only a matter of time before his lungs would fill up with fluid or blood if his ribs had nicked his lungs.

It was so hard to keep his eyes open when all he wanted to do was sleep. Closing his eyes meant he could never wake up and he wouldn't allow that. He was going to live.

He slowly shoved everything off of him, and sat up very slowly, causing him to cough. Oh god it hurt. The door was no longer there it was covered by debris, he'd have to find a new way out even if it killed him.

Fire raged behind him and the building swayed telling him there wasn't much time left. He had to hurry. Nothing was, as it seemed, days where he had stood at the front desk was no longer, the stairs have gone. The building half gone. This could work to his advantage that meant he didn't have to climb much. It also gave a disadvantage that meant he had to walk through the part of the building that was on the ground. He didn't know what was stable and what wasn't.

He almost fell several times only balancing himself at the last moment. He never knew just how much was in the building until he saw it lying on the ground. He'd worked for over fifteen years in this place; he'd thought the building would out live him not the other way around.

How much he wanted to see his precious Ritza have her arms wrapped around him and his around her. They would go home and have a bath filled with bubbles and strawberries lots and lots of strawberries.

She couldn't take it anymore she dialed his phone wishing he would answer but he didn't it just rang and rang. She gave up she wanted to go search for him but doing that would only endanger her and the baby she wouldn't do that. It was all she had left.

He feared he was going in circles but he wasn't sure he did know he was getting closer to the fire, which meant closer to the exit. Fire needed oxygen to breath right? He kept moving fearing if he stopped that would be it. He would never see either again.

He wanted to teach his boy how to ride a bike and to play catch do all the other things dads did with their sons, what he didn't have when he was growing up. But you have to keep moving if you want to see them.

It was growing harder to breathe as the smoke thickened. The black smoke thickening the darkness. He would only stop for a few minutes then start again. It was hard to get going again but he did.

Before he saw the opening he felt the cold air and smiled not long now. Just how would he get out? Luck seemed to be on his side, a small opening that looked big enough for him to squeeze through. He tried several times but couldn't get out. If he screamed no one would hear him he was on other side of precinct.

He rush of adrenaline shot through him and he picked up a brick and whacked until the whole was bigger. His chest hurt so much now that it was even harder to breath. He was certain he had broken a rib it was almost as he could feel the liquid going into his lung.

Here goes nothing he tried and he actually fit through. Just around the corner would be everyone he worked with. Quite possibly the woman he loved and his baby too.

She didn't know what made her look over but she did. She saw a man walking from the side of what was left of the building. He was coming closer and she would recognize that walk anywhere. He had come back to her.

"BOSCO!" She ducked under the tape and ran up to him. He caught her in his arms, just content with hugging her and breathing her in.

"I love you Ritza"

"Me too"

She was hugging him to tight. He let her go and started coughing.

Something was wrong the moment he started coughing she started to see him, he was really pale and breathing funny. She didn't have time to think he collapsed against her.