He held on to a little bit of hope. Within the dojo was a backdoor, just maybe things were not as bad as he thought. He wanted to see for himself but common sense prevailed. With the flames as they were. He would be burned to a crisp before making his way inside. The only thing he could do was let the firefighters do their jobs.
The anxiety was killing him and he paced up and down waiting for the flames to subside. It was taking forever. Twenty went by before the firefighters turned the tides but by then everything had been burned. Shaun ran to look at what remained. The dojo he had grown to cherish was no more. He could only helplessly look as the firefighters carefully searched the debris.
"He got out, I know he did!" He said while inching closer to the building even with the firefighter strongly advising against it.
