A/N - Getting very close to the end! This chap was written during school and uploaded with my school's computer, so it may have a few mistakes... just fyi.
James urged the horse faster and faster, but he was already going full speed. For him it still wasn't fast enough, as the print shop was still a few blocks away. The sounds of the horse's hoofs and the beating of his heart were the only things that could be heard. James's thoughts were filled with images of Sarah, and the more he pictured her the more he began to worry.
Finally, after what seemed to be the longest ride in his life, James brought the horse to a stop a few buildings down from the shop. The window was broken, and inside the flames rose higher and higher from the fresh air. He jumped off the horse and broke into a run. With every step the adrenaline in his body helped him run faster, and he prayed that he wasn't too late.
With a single kick and shove of his body, the door to the print shop opened, and James was met by a wall of smoke. Without hesitation, he entered into the shop and the menacing darkness that awaited him. He began to cough so he pulled his shirt above his mouth. Keeping the door open cleared out some of the smoke, but also fueled the flames that were everywhere. His eyes darted around, never staying in one place for more than a few seconds. In a panic-stricken voice he called for Sarah. No answer.
"Sarah!" he yelled louder, but still no response. He found the press easily, as it was the biggest thing in the room. Then he made out a figure on the ground, unmoving, and he didn't need to guess who it was.
He ran over and got to the floor. Even this close to her it was hard to see her. His shirt had fallen down from his mouth and he had started coughing again, but he ignored it. Sarah was bruised and covered with smoke but was otherwise unharmed by the fire itself. He was partially relieved. James lifted her head some and tried to wake her up. She stirred and opened her eyes halfway. She blinked and they slowly began to focus on James's face.
"James?"
"Can you walk?" he blurted. She nodded weakly, but James was unconvinced. "Come on, we've got to get you out of here!" he put his arm around her and she did the same. As they stood up, James glanced behind them and saw the fire practically nipping at their heels like a dog. He didn't alarm Sarah, but just kept encouraging her to walk towards the door. Both of them were coughing profusely now, barely even able to get a word out. It took some time, but eventually they made it to the door, and they were met by Moses and Dr. Franklin, and then James blacked out.