"Come with me!� Figueroa seized the woman's hand, pulled her to the floor. She put her arm over the woman's shoulder and hustled her on all fours toward the front door.
This woman was burned already, Figueroa thought. Her skin felt hot to the touch, and Figueroa could almost believe she felt blisters starting to form.
The hall was still cool and the air in it was fresh, so she pushed the woman out and yelled after her, "Warn your neighbors!"