Suddenly Venus's radio hisses and crackles into action, and begins to address the two firefighters. "Venus 666 - W.P over!"
Station Officer Steele responded in kind.
"Back up needed at Pandy Lane Farm, immediately!" The radio ordered, before fading away.
Elvis' stomach froze, and his heart churned - Sam and the others could be in danger! They had to help!
"Confound it- well, Fireman Cridlington, it appears that we have a rather devilish problem on our hands. I hope you don't mind coming- I'm not leaving my men- and um, woman- to Fate if a crisis is happening!"
"I don't mind sir! Hurry, we must help!" Elvis agreed urgently, eager to help his best friends...and his true love.
Station Officer Steele switched on the sirens, and with a loud wail, Venus was promptly turned round and the duo raced out of Pontypandy as fast as they could go.
'Oh, I hope they're not hurt.' Elvis thought worriedly, as Steele, determined as a bulldog and swift as a greyhound, raced to the scene of the fire- Pandy Farm.
...
Jupiter was outside the barn when the odd duo arrived and scrambled out of Venus. Penny was holding an oxygen mask to Trevor, who was looking weak and pallid.
"What happened, Firefighter Morris?" Steele demanded as he dashed over to the two.
"The oxygen system suffered from a major defect, sir. I went in and rescued Trevor. This is all the oxygen we have left, sir. I can't go back in."
"Isn't there an ambulance coming?" Steele demanded.
"There is, but it's coming from Newtown." Penny answered worriedly. "We'll be stuck here for some time."
"Where's Sam?"
This question came from Elvis, and they all froze. Well, Penny and Trevor did. Their chief just narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"Yes, where is Fireman Sam?" Steele interrogated coldly.
Penny hesitated- she didn't want to tell either of them this, but what choice did she have? Sam had been gone ages, and she had promised herself if he wasn't back by the time help arrived, she would ensure someone came back in for him.
"He's still in there sir."
...
Steele did not hesitate to bark orders at this point.
"Firefighter Morris, go and deal with the fire. Auxiliary Fireman Evans, you are to lie still until the ambulance arrives, and Fireman Cridlington...Cridlington? CRIDLINGTON!"
He stared at the spot Elvis had previously occupied, now filled with air, and nothing solid.
...
For an injured man, Elvis was still somewhat quick at running, though he had been hindered by both crutches and cast.
"SAM! I'm coming Sam!" He called out, before testing the farmhouse door handle for heat. It wasn't too hot, but he knew he should still be careful, so, he swiftly yielded one of his crutches like a rifle, and charged at the door, bashing it thoroughly until the door came off its hinges, sending splinters flying into smaller flames, unintentionally feeding the very monster he was trained to fight.
With the door giving way, Elvis dashed into a small living room- and began coughing and gagging promptly at the amount of smoke present. He was not wearing any protective gear, and he knew he should not be here without having an oxygen supply.
But Sam was in here- if he didn't find him quickly, Sam would die. And then where would Elvis be?"
"SAM!" He yelled out, ignoring the fire burning at his hands, the smoke scorching his nostrils, lungs and throat. He was going to find his Sam, even if he had to face Death to do so.
"Where are you?" He yelled over the crackling flames- and jumped out of the way as a roof support broke loose and struck the floor- mere inches from his broken foot.
"Whew, that was close." He sighed in relief, before balling his hands into fists. "I will find Sam. I will."
...
He checked the kitchen- but his friend was not there. He checked a bathroom, and the utility rooms, going down on his knees.
Suddenly, he heard water from the hose attacking the fire- which had started in the kitchen, apparently. He had to get out of here.
Still coughing and wheezing poor Elvis leaned on the doorframe for support in order to get his breath back, still being mindful to keep low down so as to suffer minimal smoke consumption.
"Oh Sam, I'm so sorry." He choked. "I...I failed you. I just wanted to rescue you and..." He stopped dead.
Lying at the foot of the stairs, which he had overlooked before, was someone.
He could vaguely see a mop of bright red hair, and he at once knew who that was.
"SAM!"