<strong>India Decru</strong><br/><br/>It was always strange when something pulled India from the depths of her sleep.  India was the sort of woman who needed sleep.  And lots of it, she couldn't manage on just a few hours, she needed a whole nights sleep.  The auction had been fun, she had won the pieces she wanted, which was always a bonus.  She had come to bed alone and was fine with that, she enjoyed company as well as being alone.<br/><br/>She didn't even know what time it was when she woke.  And something wasn't right.  She laid in bed for a few moments, sniffing the air.  Then it hit her.  Smoke.  She could smell smoke and burning.  Someone was on fire.  Throwing the covers back she was instantly up.  She wore spiderman Pjs, not very sexy but workable.  She didn't keep much here, only the basics she needed.  She slipped sneakers onto her feet and then moved from her room.<br/><br/>The corridor was hazy, smoke was wafting around and there was the sound of startled people shaking of the vestiges of sleep and trying to get to safety.  India being the type to take charge if the situation needed it began to herd any she found to the emergency exits, making sure they headed down safely.  She could feel the smoke in her lungs, it was hard to breath, but she carried on, moving down the stairs.<br/><br/>By the time they burst out of the building and onto the street they were all coughing, all feelings the horror of what was happening.  The gallery, the studio their homes were on fire.  The street was busy, fire trucks, EMTS all there.  India moved the group she had found from the building, towards safety, she caught sight of a few people, but it was obvious not everyone was out of the building yet...<br/><br/>“Come on” she whispered, shivering.  She stood watching as the building they had grown to love burnt, tears in her eyes, at least she had her loft.  But this had been home.  She wondered what they would do now....