"Get my little brother out first!" Lisa cried, squirming in her seat, "Is... is he alive still?"
Her cries were met only by the frenzied shouts of officers and onlookers alike, and the clomping of heavy boots across the scorching asphalt. A metallic groan ripped through the car's body as a crowbar jammed between the door hinges.
"Sir, what do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like? I'ma freakin' bust this door off its hinges! Don't you see those kids in there?!"
"Leave it to the professionals, sir. There's a good chance that you might hit one of the children in your attempts. You wouldn't want to hurt them even more, would you?"
Lisa frowned, turning back to Timothy's unconscious form, still dangling upside-down in his car seat.
"No, officer, I just want to make sure they're safe."
"Don't worry, they will be. You have my word."
"Good."
Another screech of metal-on-metal rung through Lisa's ears as the crowbar was dislodged from the damaged hinges. She looked on through the shattered window, watching as the shoes of the crowbar's owner vanished into a sea of smoke.
"I want mom and dad back." Lisa pouted, folding her arms as she sat on the medical cot,