"Okay" Joe replied weakly, his fear and nerves very close to the surface. Picking up the heavy hose, he stooped into a half crouch and scuttled towards the blaze, dragging it behind. What sort of a madman ran into a burning building..? Oh wait. The brickwork adjacent to the front door raidiated a heat that was a little too hot for comfort. The door wouldn't budge with the shove of an elbow or a gloved hand, so Joe did the next best thing. He sat his arse down at an angle to the door and gave it swift kicking.

"Open Sesame!" He shouted ironically echoing something he'd heard in the music hall last year. The door obliged, but the sudden addition of oxygen boiled and flashed the atmosphere inside; flames instantly and angrily rolled up through the open door and out skyward. The heat gave him some idea of what it might be like to a Christmas roast.

"Water!" He shouted. Like a knight of old, but with a liquid sword, he was now joined in battle.