He turned and ran to the small door where the hot water tank was kept. He yanked the door open, climbed into the cramped area and squeesed around the tank. He remembered that the weakest part of a trailer is the thin partition between the rooms. And with one hard blow of his foot, he sent the wall crashing in. Never stopping, he hunkered down and slipped through the jagged opening into the bedroom. Smoke was thick and he could hardly see. A tiny whimper came from the foot of the bed. He moved, half falling, in that direction. "I'm coming, Baby. I'm coming." He said, watching each breath he exhaled push smoke away from his face. He felt the crib, and then the baby's out flung arm. He took the gagging infant, wrapped it tightly in a blanket, and hurried back to the hole in the wall from whence he came. The heat was right behind him as he went through the hole and into the tight place around the water tank.