As Syaoran's eyes adjusted to the dimness inside, he saw Sakura suddenly stop. "Hime?"
Then suddenly, looking ahead, a shocking blow struck him as he saw something lying on the ground. It was Fujitaka. "Father!"
Syaoran darted to the unconscious man. "Father!" Fujitaka moaned a little, and Syaoran felt the man's forehead, as Fujitaka had done so when Syaoran was ill. It was dangerously warm, and Syaoran's expression turned to alarm. "His forehead's so hot!" He struggled to lift him up, but for a 10 yr old to lift a mid-aged man, it was nearly impossible to do so.