i hear again , my ears ringing , my clothes hot and burning- but i 'm thinking about simone- i grabbed her and threw us both off the side of the cart as the fire whooshed round us but we spun as we fell and i know she got the brunt of it , the fire hitting her full on and i 'm patting her clothes to put 'em out and the smoke 's blinding me and i 'm yelling , `` simone !