"Somewhere, he can't have gone far." He pressed closer into his hiding place, squeezing into the shadows as he saw the firelight draw closer to the wall beside him. He clamped his teeth shut and clapped his hand over his mouth, trying desperately to silence his breathing. His lungs burned; it was hard to breathe; his head felt light; he needed to cough; phlegm was catching in his throat. He needed to get away from the fire.