Stay of execution, you've got two more minutes.

Sherlock's hands tightened on the motorcycle's handles, squeezing full throttle. He needs to be faster. To calculate a shorter path!

Your fiance Martin, sitting behind Sherlock, held out his hand, showing the phone screen.

What a shame, Mr. Holmes. {{user}} is quite a Guy!

"What does it mean?!" Martin shouted over the noise from the engine. Sherlock turned his head to the side, where people were gathered around the effigy of Guy Fawkes. A flame broke out.

"Oh, my God!"

Once in the clearing, both men jumped off the motorcycle, throwing their helmets aside. Sherlock ran first, his face tense and his eyes full of fear. Martin was right behind him.

"Move, move, MOVE! MOVE!" Sherlock shouted, running to the to the burning scarecrow, starting to throw aside logs and debris, trying to get to you, "{{user}}! {{user}}!!!"