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ROB: (Choking smoke is all around. The walls of the pipe are inexplicably hot. Eve can't carry on. Rob touches his middle. Soon he won't be any help either. At the next manhole he gestures up) Lets get out EVE: Sure? ROB: (climbs the ladder. He struggles with the grate, but eventually shifts it. Fresh blood stains his shirt. He emerges and turns to the house. He feels all his courage dessert him. Fire is shattering windows, collapsing brickwork, reaching with long fingers to the roof) My family!