Sam could feel the heat, could feel his hands blistering, but he wouldn’t give up. Somewhere in there was Smith – if he was even alive.
And then there was a hand, reaching out – somehow still moving, and Sam grabbed it and pulled. It wasn’t easy but then there was Smith and Sam was pulling him outwards of some wreckage. His suit had been badly charred and when Sam pulled him to his feet, the man could barely walk. Sam found that he had trouble walking himself – he was so exhausted he could barely stand.
But there was Sharp and Haley, who was himself charred, and the four of them were moving downstairs as fast as they could.
Crichton was nowhere to be seen. Sam could feel his legs screaming in protest. Even going downstairs was painful. He felt as if his whole body had taken a bea
