Into the Flames part 2

Sylvia only half heard Abby talking to her. She was numb from the experience she just had. Certain she had seen the fire, no doubts that she had seen the young man, she knew she had to find out what had happened. She went into her house and sat down with a cup of coffee. The smell of burnt flesh was still fresh in her nostrils. Sher sniffed at her clothing. The pungent odor was still there also. She wondered if anyone but her would smell it. As she ponder this the doorbell rang. She walked towards the door, half afraid to answer it. She opened the door slowly and more peeked out than really looked.
"Oh Ian, it is just you."
"Well that's a nice way to greet the man you are going to marry some day."
Sylvia smiled a bit at his comment. She opened the door and let him in. "I am so sorry, sweetheart." She kissed him and then led him to the kitchen table. "Ian, I need to tell you something but you have to promise not to laugh."
"Well, if you tell a joke, I may indeed laugh."
"What?"
"Nothing dear... tell me what is on your mind. And I promise you that I will not laugh."
Sylvia told him everything that had happened to her. She told of the man that had invited her into the flames. Ian listened intently and he did NOT laugh.
"Maybe you have been working to hard. Is any of this in your book? Maybe you wrote this and then dreamed it."
"Ian, I did not write this nor make it up. I am writing a "who done it" mystery right now and there are no flames in the book! You need to believe me. I am telling you wha..."
In the middle of her sentence, Ian had stood up and walked into her den. She stopped talking and watched him go directly to her computer. He stood in front of it, his eyes moving back and forth in a way that told her he was reading whatever she had on the screen.
"Darling, you need to come look at this."
Sylvia stood up and went to his side. Her eyes welled up with tears and she found herself needing to sit down.
"Are you ok sweetheart!?" Ian's question was filled with sounds of stress.
She turned and looked up at him, his baby blue eyes staring back at her through the tuft of hair that fell over his eyes. "Ian, I didn't write that! I never put those words down. It isn't even part of the story-line, for God's sake!" Her voice was beginning to crack as she fought back tears.
"Darling, if you scroll back, it is exactly the story line. A man gets trapped in a burning house. He had gone back in to rescue his wife and children. He gets trapped and doesn't want his wife to..."
"I can read, Damn-it! I know what it says!" Sylvia read the last words typed. {One day you too will walk in the flames and it wont hurt a bit.} Her tears flowed now as she laid her head on the computer desk. Ian rubbed her shoulders and kissed her hair. "It does not make any sense at all. Why would I write a story like this? My stories about two lovers trapped in relationships they can not get out of."
Suddenly, as Sylvia and Ian watched the screen, flames began to lick at her computer. They scorched the table and chairs in the room, leaving only the computer un-touched by the searing flames. Ian reached for the plug to shut it down and screamed out in pain.
"Damn, what the hell is going on here, Sylvia!? I just burned the hell out of my hand." He held his palm out for her to see. The burns were deep and she was certain he needed to see a doctor.
"Ian, I told you there was something not right going on!" As she spoke, the keys began to move on her keyboard. They watched as words formed and sentences were typed. "Only by the cleansing of fire can you be saved. Please come into the flames and save us both."
"I don't know what it wants me to do, Ian." She placed her hand to the screen. It was cold to the touch. She crinkled her nose and pressed a bit harder. Her hand passed through the screen as if it were liquid. She felt a tug from the other side on her hand. "Something is trying to pull me into the screen, Ian. I am trying to get free. Hold me tight and do not let me go inside, please!!!!"
Ian took hold of her at the waist and held her tight. He could feel the pull on her body. The keys moved up and down faster and faster as Ian read them while holding on to Sylvia as tight as her could.
{It is only by the flames she can be cured. I will have her Ian. In the end, it is the Only way. Let her go now!}
"No, I will not let her go until we know why she is being pulled into the flames! We deserve an explanation!"
Suddenly the door opened. Abby walked inside and closed the door. She walked to the computer and touched it. The flames suddenly died out and the charred remains of furniture were all that was left to show a fire had happened. She took Sylvia's hand and took her to the table.
"I know you have a lot of questions, dear... and they Will all be answered,in time. But one thing at a time, Dear."
Abby raised her hands and suddenly, the entire house was engulfed in flames.