"But Ralph, he's in there, maybe he can't get out!" she said, hysterical.
You pulled your cell phone out of your pocket and dialed 911. When the operator answered, you didn't even wait for him to ask the nature of the emergency.
"I need a fire truck, right away," you said as calmly as you could. "My neighbour's house is on fire, and her husband may be trapped inside."
You gave the dispatcher your name and Janie address, and he assured you help was on the way. You stood there for what felt like an eternity beside Janie in the frigid air before you finally heard sirens. Fire trucks and ambulances came racing up the street, screeching to a halt in front of Janie's house.
"Please-- Ralph, please find my husband!" she screamed at the first fireman to emerge from the nearest truck.
He nodded, grabbed something off of his truck and headed toward the blazing house, closely followed by three other firefighters.
Decide you've done all you can and go back into your house alone.
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