“Shane! Shane! Where’s Shane?”

Jason’s desperate gaze swept through the busy front yard, the cold air unnoticed, his eyes burning from the smoke still billowing out of his home.

“Sir, please--”

“Shane!” His feet were moving again, and the blood trickling down his arm barely registered.

“Jason!”

His wife Stephanie and daughter Amanda had made it out; they were there on the sidewalk, just a few feet behind, wrapped in blankets, red and blue lights flashing across their faces.

But Shane.