"Screams. The sounds are like women's voices, but at this level of fear, that high-pitched screech, like an animal caught in a trap, could be male or female. Where am I? I don't even know if I am inside or outside. I look up. No roof. Stars overhead. I look down. I am standing on a small wood platform. Smoke is snaking through the slats. Soon it will be in full blaze. I am wearing a thick long skirt. Flames begin to lick the bottom of it. I need to run but I cannot. Something is holding me...."