"No! Ricard, you can't die!" Emma screamed.
She sprinted toward the car, but her balance faltered, and she tumbled to the ground. Quickly, she scrambled back to her feet, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her heart pounding erratically. Only one thought consumed her mind: there was still hope. Ricard could still be saved if she acted quickly.
Emma's eyes darted around the area, and she spotted a rock nearby. Without hesitation, she lunged for it, picked it up, and began smashing it against the car window with all her might. Each strike was a silent prayer, a desperate plea to open the door before it was too late. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the smoke-filled air, blending with the roaring flames.