A few hours later,

As the fire kept on burning I heard a creaking sound. Not from the fire nor screaming.

It was somebody's footsteps.The person burst the car window to open the door from the inside.

I didn’t fully wake up. Not yet. But somewhere in the dark, a voice reached through the fog.

“Got you…”

It was a man’s voice.

Low. Gritty. Accented. Not one I recognized—but something about it was… familiar. Like a memory I hadn’t made yet.

I felt his arms around me. Firm and ...