Suited up and breathing apparatus in place, he crawled into the smoke-filled home, moving through dense heat and debris. Visibility was near zero, and the structure was on the verge of collapse. Guided by sound and determination, he searched room by room. In the kitchen corner, under a soot-covered table, he found Coco—paralyzed by fear. Speaking calmly, he lifted her into his arms, shielding her from the heat, and navigated back through falling ash and flames.