[Once the tall woman with the wings is out Alfred stays to make sure all the others get out as well, jumping down into the cart to help hoist a younger lad out who has a dislocated shoulder. The cart is quickly turning into an oven and when he finally exits it he is sweating and his usually crisp white dress shirt is streaked with smoke.]

Head into the tree line!

[He shouts at the small crowd and points so they can see where some of the other survivors are now clustered off to the left side of the tracks. He moves over to Maleficent, noticing how her one wing is limp and bleeding and motions for her to lean on him for support.]

Quickly now, Miss.