Before she could say ‘enter’, the door flew open. It was Bruno, breathing heavily. “There’s a fire,” he said. “We need to get out.” “Fire?” said Ursula, standing. “Come on!” he said, waving her to come. She jumped up and hurried toward the door. In the hallway, there was no line. Everybody else had already fled. She followed Bruno down the stairs and out into the dark alley. “Where’s the fire?” she asked, breathing hard, looking back at the building. At night, it should be easy to see light from the flames. “It’s on the other side of the building, in the front,” he said. “But I think we should get out of here.” “Has anybody called the fire department?” she said, starting toward the front. “I don’t know. Let’s go this way,” he yelled. “The car’s this way.” Ignoring him, she ran down the alley to the front of the building. As she rounded the corner into the street she finally saw the fire, but it wasn’t the building that was burning at all.
