Running around to the other side I looked back at the hood and saw no fire. I looked again. No fire. But then fire in image in door. But no fire under hood. But fire in image--- oh -- oh--- the image. It's an image. It's a reflection? There's maybe a Halloween decoration with fire? No, it's a fire in the gas fireplace of the waiting room, lined up just "right" at the location of the crack between the hood and the passenger side of the windshield. It is not a fire even in the reflection; it's behind the reflection.
Now *that* was scary.
I wasn't petrified. I just moved to deal best I could, knowing through-and-through, with my whole body, that the odds of a most undesirable outcome were great. But brothers and sisters, that was a scare. I'm still adjusting to the reality that that danger was a phantom.