9:29 am, September 12, 2014
Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Wendy, and Butters were all conscious, and their injuries were not serious. Cartman regained consciousness and was able to stagger to his feet, albeit with a severe headache. It was clear that all six would definitely survive.
What wasn't so clear was whether Trent would live. He was motionless, and his breathing was faint. He was not bleeding.
Stan bent down to talk to him. "Trent, are you alive?" He tried tapping Trent on the forehead, aware that he could be inviting a hard punch. Instead, he got no response.
The heat of the fire was getting to them. By now it was only 50 feet away from them and only 15 feet from Kyle's car. Stan called 911. "We need an ambulance... and a fire truck. We have a man severely injured." He prayed that no one would be arrested. This was an act of self defence. Everyone, except for Cartman, did not want Trent to have to pay with his life.
Just then, Kenny saw a white car in the distance. He waved his arms, attempting to get the driver's attention. She pulled her car, a loaded 2009 Acura TSX, over and stopped.
The driver got out. "She's pretty!" exclaimed Kenny.
It was a 29 year old, ex-sorority girl, about 5'4 and skinny. Her black hair came down to her shoulders. "Oh dear! Is there any way I can help you all?" She then saw Trent. "We need an ambulance, and a fire truck here!" She got out her phone, but Kenny stopped her. "We already called. They're on their way." Stan showed her his call history. The woman continued. "That fire is getting close. Get in my car, we're getting away from the fire!"
"How the hell are we gonna fit in that little thing?" asked Cartman. He and Butters instead piled into Cartman's truck.
"Do you want to get killed?" asked Kyle.
"You're going to get killed in that tin can!" retorted Cartman.
The young woman picked up Trent and loaded him into her front seat. Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Wendy rushed into the back seat. She drove them about a quarter mile down the road, away from the fire. Cartman and Butters followed.
"Well, it was good not having Cartman's fat ass in here. I'm cramped as it is." said Kyle.
Less than a minute after the Acura stopped, a loud popping sound could be heard in the distance.
The rest of Kyle's airbags were deploying due to the extreme heat. His car was on fire. Anyone who was there now would be dead. "Thank you for saving our lives..." said Stan. "Melissa. And your survival is thanks enough."