[ WP ] Two minutes into a live emergency broadcast following a large-scale natural disaster , a news anchor recognizes the remnants of his house in some of the live footage . ( S ) he sees bodies .

She took a deep breath in. Maybe she had come back too soon. She could n't stop thinking about her twins and how they were coping without her but Martin had said he'd be fine even if he had never changed a nappy yet. She smiled slightly, thinking of him just letting them be naked and running to the bathroom to hold them over the toilet when one started to pee. 
 
 She looked at the camera as she was counted in to her live broadcast, `` Good evening, Sarah Vine reporting for Channel 5 news, over the forest fire that spread across a number of towns in a matter of days. Fire fighters have just managed to control the blaze and we have exclusive footage of a rescue. There will be scenes that some people may find distressing,'' 
 
 She shuffled papers as the live footage began. It followed a rescue team going through the remains of a street. Houses were now empty, burnt shells; wooden fences had turned to ash whereas plastic ones had melted and distorted. There was a body which seemed to have became fused with a fence at his arm. It was now nothing more than a vile stick of burnt flesh and his body looked just as bad. A bag had been fused to his other hand. It was a baby changing bag. 
 
 The camera panned out to show the house. The door had been left open when he left and the fire had spread to the inside of the house. It was mostly putrid yellow or a cancerous black but there were remnants of a blue wallpaper with doves on it and a metal windchime jingled ominously. 
 
 At the studio, the crew were staring at Sarah. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she shook her head. *Lots of people probably have that wallpaper and that windchime in their hallway. It's just a coincidence and nothing else. * She wiped the face and continued to watch the screen. It was n't her house and was n't her Martin. He was safe with the twins. He had to be. 
 
 The rescue team slowly entered the house. The fire had devoured its way through every room of the house as if it were a delicious meal. Anything wooden had become kindling and just strengthened the fire; the wallpaper had been licked off the walls and left only burnt brick work to be looked at; and now instead of doors there was nothing. 
 
 They came across a nursery and inside was a pram. The material was basically rags but the frame was still standing. There were two lumps that were falling through the metal work. But they were n't lumps, they were babies. Skin was peeling to reveal bloody red flesh and their hands were interlocked in a mass of melted skin as if they had held onto each other in their final moments. The rescue crew fell into a deep, depressive silence as one member picked up the tangled pair of children. Their backs still had some intact skin. Their backs also had a birthmark- a deep brown line across the middle of their spines. 
 
 `` No!'' Sarah sobbed, `` not my babies!''
