Relieved that he saved one person, Dakota turned his attention to the burning stairway. He noted a path, barely visible, up to the second floor. If he held onto the railing, he might make it. Maybe. Resisting the urge to run, Dakota took several slow steps upward, ensuring each footing came down securely and cringing every time the wood creaked. He thought with some amusement that the burning stairs planned to finish what he started on the bridge.
“Emily?” he called up to the second floor. “Eleanor? Is anyone here?”
“Help!” came in return.