William Beeman stood in the middle of the street, his breath hitching as he stared at the inferno engulfing his estate. The flames roared, consuming everything in their path, turning the symbol of his power into nothing more than ash.

His men held him back as he tried to run toward the blazing mansion. “Boss, it’s too late!” one of them shouted. “The whole place is gone!”

“No!” William's voice was a snarl, his eyes locked on the inferno. “She’s still in there!”

But then one of his men pointed at the ambulance near the house and when he looked at the direction, he saw his wife, standing there in her pajamas.

He started running towards her, screaming her name and when she noticed him too, she started running towards him too and he embraced her tightly against his chest.