Lawrence, Kansas - November 2, 1983
Dean joined his mother in Sam and Tasie's nursery. "Come on, let's say good night to your brother and sister."
Mary turned on the lights to reveal a six-month-old baby boy with brown hair and a six-month-old baby girl with dirty blonde hair. The boy and girl looked at their mother and brother. Dean leaned over the side of Sam's crib.
"Night, Sam," Dean said, moving to Tasie's crib. "Night, Tasie."
Mary leaned over her youngest son and daughter. "Good night, loves." She brushed Sam and Tasie's hair back and kissed their foreheads.
"Hey, Dean," a man greeted.
Dean turned and rushed over to the man. "Daddy!"
"Hey, buddy." John picked Dean up. "So, what do you think? You think Sammy and Tasie are ready to toss around a football yet?"
Dean shook his head and laughed. "No, Daddy."
John grinned. "No."
Mary passed John and Dean on her way out of the room. "You got him?"
"I got him." John hugged Dean closer. "Sweet dreams, Sam, Tasie."
Sam and Tasie watched them go with a gurgle before Sam tried to reach his toes. Tasie put her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes.
The baseball-themed night-light near Sam and Tasie's crib began to flicker while Sam and Tasie watched.
In the master bedroom, lights flickered on the baby monitor sitting on the nightstand next to a photo of Mary and John. Strange noises came faintly from Sam and Tasie's nursery and could be heard in Sam and Tasie's baby monitor. Mary, asleep in bed, stirred. She turned on the light on the nightstand.
"John?" She glanced over to see he was gone and got up.
Mary made her way to Sam and Tasie's nursery.
"John? Are either of them or are both hungry?" Mary asked.
'John' shook his head. "Shh."
"All right."
Mary headed back down the hallway. The light by the stairs was flickering. She frowned at tapped at it until the light steadied. "Hm."
She noticed more flickering light from downstairs and went to investigate. A war movie was on TV and John was asleep in the Lay-Z-Boy chair in front of the TV. Her eyes widened.
"Sammy! Sammy!" She ran up the stairs to Sam's nursery.
Mary stopped short upon entering Sam's nursery and screamed.
John woke up. "Mary?" He scrambled out of the chair. "Mary!" He ran upstairs.
John burst into Sam and Tasie's nursery. "Mary."
The room was quiet and empty except for Sam and Tasie awake in their cribs, Sam hugging his knees to his chest.
"Hey, Sammy. You okay?" John asked. "Tasie, you okay?"
Something dark dripped next to Sam and John touched it. Two more drops landed on the back of John's hand. It looked like blood. He turned to see that Tasie's crib had the same drops. He looked up to see Mary sprawled on the ceiling. The stomach of her nightgown was red with blood and she stared at John as she struggled to breathe.
John collapsed on the floor, staring at his wife. "No! Mary!"
Mary burst into flames. The fire spread over the ceiling. John stared, frozen. Sam and Tasie wailed. John, suddenly reminded he wasn't alone, got up and scooped Sam and Tasie from their cribs and rushed from the room.
Dean was awake and coming to investigate. "Daddy!"
John pushed Sam and Tasie towards Dean and said, "Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!"
Dean turned and ran.
John turned back to the nursery. "Mary!"
The entire room was engulfed in flames and Mary could barely be seen.
"No!"
Dean ran outside, holding Sam and Tasie. "It's okay, Sam, Tasie."
He looked up at Sam and Tasie's window, which was lit with golden flames.
John ran outside and scooped up his boys and daughter, carrying them away. "I gotcha."
Fire exploded from Sam and Tasie's bedroom window.
The Lawrence Fire Department arrived. A firefighter got out of a fire truck and took over at the gauges for another firefighter.
"I got it," the firefighter said. "You go hold the line up."
The second firefighter went to the back of the truck and took a hose from a third firefighter. He took the hose towards the house where a fourth firefighter was spraying through Sam and Tasie's nursery window. A paramedic opened the back of an ambulance.
A police officer waved some neighbors back. "Stay back. You have to stay back."
Across the street from the house, John and Dean sat on the hood of John's Impala, John holding Sam and Tasie.
John silently looked up at the remnants of the fire as he held his twins.