The actress sprinted toward the cottage. She tried to open the front door, but it was locked. She ran around to the back. It was locked, too.
She pounded on the door. “Fire! Fire!” she yelled. “Wake up, wake up! Fire!”
She coughed repeatedly as thick black smoke entered her lungs. Ferocious flames poured from the broken window. She couldn’t tell if it was a bedroom window. If it was, the person sleeping inside could already be dead.
The actress could hear the sirens in the distance. Would they get there in time? Was it already too late?
As her heart hammered and these thoughts raced through her mind, she didn’t hear the golf cart pull up behind her.