-Motherfucker... Aline is gonna blame Morgan for this !!!!!-<br/><br/>Morg was about to say something when the keening wail of the fire alarm went off. All other thoughts flew from his head. Which really was not all that much, he had been wondering what Ingrid would look like in Liquid Latex and 60 feet of 6mm hemp ... and that was the chaste thought of all things. No, Morgan went to autopilot moving away from Ingrid, gathering a selection of her art and turning to her.<br/><br/>" We go up, use the fire escape from my studio window, trust me, it is secure, its how I leave the building when Aline goes on a rampage. Did you know she once knocked on my studio door for an hour before finding out I wasn't there." His voice seemed calm, it was a defense mechanism, humor to allay fear as he headed for her studio door. " We should use the stairs."<br/><br/>He pushed the door open and held it for her, there was a faint haze of smoke on the floor and it was slowly rising. "Fire is below us, lets get the flock out of here... oh, an when we get to my place you have to carry your art, I am going to need my hands for my Porn."