He held for what seemed like hours before he heard voices, returning to her.
He suddenly felt angry as he recognised the paramedic who had 'tended' to her earlier.
'Sir, I don't think it is a good idea you being in there with no safety equipment' he said.
'Get away, you left her, you left her to die' Peter cried angrily.
'Let me check on her sir, please' the paramedic said.
'Stop it. She's gone. She's dead. You don't need to check, I know, I saw her.. I felt her go' Peter said clinging to Carla's desolate frame.
The paramedic looked down, he'd thought this would be the outcome, but it still hurt whenever it happened.
'Sir, it's not safe..' the paramedic said.
'Stop calling me sir, it's Peter.. and she's Carla, she has a name.. she has a name' she sobbed into her hair.
'We need to get him out' the paramedic said to his colleague.
'Us, you need to get us out' Peter said refusing to leave her body.
The next few minutes were a blur, Peter felt arms, limbs, hands, feet. He felt pressure, people pulling him. He shouted, he plead, he didn't even know what he was saying, his head hurt, his vision was blurred and the last thing he felt were his lips parting from Carla's skin, the void between them, sealed forever.