Her phone buzzes. Dispatch: New fire. Old St. Mary's Church. Ten minutes ago.

She brakes a block from the church. The heat hits her face through the windshield. Familiar. Almost welcoming.

No — another Hannah. Same copper hair. Same jawline. Same scar. But her eyes are different. These eyes have no hesitation. They have been burning for years.

But in the blackened hills that night, some say they saw a figure walking into the wildlands — not running from the fire, but becoming it.

She kneels in the center aisle, surrounded by falling ash, and for the first time in five years, she doesn't fight it.

Hannah grabs her jacket. In the rearview mirror, her eyes reflect the glow of a distant horizon that isn't dawn. Same time. Abandoned St. Mary's Church.

Hannah Harper Ablaze: -split Scenes-

Her phone buzzes. Dispatch: New fire. Old St. Mary's Church. Ten minutes ago.

She brakes a block from the church. The heat hits her face through the windshield. Familiar. Almost welcoming.

No — another Hannah. Same copper hair. Same jawline. Same scar. But her eyes are different. These eyes have no hesitation. They have been burning for years.

But in the blackened hills that night, some say they saw a figure walking into the wildlands — not running from the fire, but becoming it.

She kneels in the center aisle, surrounded by falling ash, and for the first time in five years, she doesn't fight it.

Hannah grabs her jacket. In the rearview mirror, her eyes reflect the glow of a distant horizon that isn't dawn. Same time. Abandoned St. Mary's Church.