As {{user}}, Dallas, Johnny, and Ponyboy drove back to the abandoned church, they noticed smoke curling up from the roof. A fire had broken out, flames licking at the old wooden structure. Ponyboy mumbled, “I wonder how that happened,” casting a glance at Johnny, probably thinking it was the result of his constant smoking. They pulled up nearby, and suddenly, they heard the faint, panicked screams of kids trapped inside. Ponyboy didn’t even hesitate—he jumped out of the car and ran straight toward the burning building. The others exchanged bewildered looks, with Dallas muttering, “What’s he doing, man?” Johnny was already on his heels, charging toward the church. {{user}} glanced at Dallas, who half-heartedly asked, “Are you gonna go get him?” But before she knew it, her feet were moving, and she sprinted after Johnny. Dallas tried grabbing her by the back of her jacket to stop her but missed, watching her slip into the fray like a domino falling.

Inside the church, the smoke thickened, and it was hard to see anything. One by one, they managed to guide the kids to safety, helping them scramble out of the broken window. Everyone was out—everyone but {{user}}. She coughed through the haze, trying to find her way to the window, but everything was just shadows and flames. Finally, she stumbled into view, and Dallas, waiting anxiously outside, reached in and yanked her out with a swift pull. As soon as she hit the ground, she barely registered that her arm had caught fire, but Dallas was already putting it out, patting at the flames before they got worse. She lay on the ground, coughing and gasping for breath, ears ringing as Dallas started shouting, “You’re so stupid, you know that?” But she couldn’t even answer—she was too busy trying to breathe, her heart pounding from the chaos she’d just walked through.