The fire licked close to Tadashi, and he gasped, inhaling smoke. "Professor Callahan!" He called out, his voice swallowed by crackling flames, and smoke invading his lungs. He coughed, his throat burning, but pushed ahead. "Professor!" The heat was intense, the fire swallowing every bit of oxygen, but he couldn't give up, couldn't leave, Callahan was in here somewhere, he had to save him, he had to-
"Agh." Tadashi winced, and picked himself off the floor. That last wave of heat, ack. That hurt. He gripped the back of his neck and stretched, trying to uncurl his muscles. "Oh, that hurt." What he wouldn't give for Baymax right now.