Through the window, out to the roof!

The wife is panicked and covered enough that her mind is fully on the situation at hand, but her nude husband feels a breeze enough to make him glance towards the dresser. You keep his mind away from getting clothed; a surge of urgency in his mind and a wave of heat from the door tell him to get out fast and get out first, modesty be damned. He and his wife are quickly on their feet, and the husband spots the window, urging his wife towards it.

"Quick! If we get out onto the roof we can drop down into the yard?"

"Drop?!"

"Or at least call for help!"

The husband quickly has the window open, though he shudders and stops before actually going out; you've stopped him from getting dressed, but he hasn't forgotten his nudity,especially in the face of broad daylight and the open street.

"...like this?!" his wife seems to be having the same problems. You decide they need a little more tangible threatening; the smoke starts coming in thicker, causing them to blink and cough. The husband looks between his wife and the roof, before gritting his teeth.

"We don't have a choice!" With that, the husband gingerly climbs out through the window- his bare feet touching the tiles of the roof, the sunlight and open air hitting his bare skin. Luckily there isn't anyone else outside... yet. But, there is someone inside- someone he cares deeply about, someone in imminent danger. Someone who might be willing to share the sheet when she joins him on the roof. Someone who doesn't seem to want to go through with the escape, clutching the sheet tightly.

"Honey, please!"

With the pressure of the fire behind her, the wife "knows" she has to move quickly. But as she struggles to make a decision, you decide to push one of them into a worse bit of trouble...