<em>Ingrid, unsure, wanting out of the building.</em><br/><br/>Why he grabbed her art when she wanted nothing more than for them to get out safely, she didn't know.  She took the time to slide into some tennis shoes, minus the socks, and ran after him, grabbing her camera bag on the way.  She threw the back pack over her shoulder and followed the crazed lunatic.<br/><br/>"You don't have to save that," she said, hurrying toward the stairs.  "I can reprint…"  It didn't matter at the moment.  Their safety did!  She stayed on his heels as they went up the stairs to his studio, her heart pounding in her chest.<br/><br/>"Porn? Seriously? Can't we just buy more?"  The man was insane… As they entered his studio, she took her art, unable to piss him off after he'd been so nice to her and had gone to such lengths to save it.  She waited on him by the fire escape, watching as he moved around to gather the things he needed.  Ingrid wasn't about to push the window open, knowing that it would only let more oxygen in. That would wait till the last minute and they were climbing out.<br/>