Before Elaine could think, before she could act, a fireball of ignited jet fuel traveled down an elevator shaft and burst through the elevator doors. It illuminated the hallway with a brilliant orange flash of dragon’s breath. It consumed Elaine. The fire seemed to touch every part of her at once, as though she’d leapt into a cauldron, a scorching immersion that bathed her in unspeakable heat. Certain that she was about to die, Elaine screamed: “God save me!” The fire considered her open mouth to be an invitation to scorch Elaine’s lungs.
