My apartment building set fire last night around 2 a.m. I woke up to a fire alarm and peeped down the hallway through the peephole. The hallway looked clean and clear and unassuming and false-alarm-like. Then I went to the bathroom. While in the bathroom, someone pounded (kicked?) on my door and yelled at me to get out. I peeped down the hallway again. This time it was filled with smoke. I grabbed my camera, my coat, and my pajama pants and held my breath. Outside I met all my shivery neighbors for a while. They seemed nice. We're not supposed to have cats, but some of them have cats.