<div align="center">Andrew finding his way out of the smokey haze</div><br/>Andrew had smelt smoke when on the ninth floor and altered kitty and helped her to get out of her office, grabbing as many valuable  photos and art work. Once he was sure she was clear and made his way down the stairs to a safer floor and with his hands full on framed art works was now desperate to catch up with India. She was security and she could make sure the art works, the dozen or so in his arms, a battle to carry them but he was strong and soon found his way to the ground, and out on the street.<br/><br/>He saw India, doing her duty of helping others. It bought a smile to his face, she was more than just a beauty, and smart, but a carer. His dad would say, she is a keeper son.<br/>He gave her a weak, tired wave, and placed the frames carefully on the ground.<br/>Andrew looked around and saw quite a group from the gallery. It looked liked no one had been lost in the fire and he was thankful for that