As soon as Dante was off the balcony, Kathy was running back inside to do something incredibly stupid. She didn't need to be told just how dumb it was--the line between incredibly and suicidally was pretty blurred with this one.

But she had to check the tenth floor. Had to make sure that the people down there were either all right or beyond saving. And they didn't have time for her to argue with Dante about it.

She paused just long enough to liberate a towel from the bathroom, shoving it into the toilet to soak it and wrap it around her head and lower face. Then she was diving off the eleventh floor balcony and down to the tenth.

The force of the flames had taken out the glass of the balcony for her, giving her a free way in. All she had to do was dash into hell.

This was gonna suck.