<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Morning of Day 4: 5 AM...</span></strong></div><br/>The time when night is at its darkest, the silence most complete. It is during the dead of night that a keening wail of a siren is heard throughout Waxing Rhapsodic, its cries echoing throughout the neighborhood.<br/><br/>Those within the building are roused from deep sleep, for some it seems naught but a dream as they slowly regain consciousness only to find that the insistent sound was not just in their dreams. For others, the violent tug of the blaring alarm has all but dissolved any thoughts of staying snugly curled beneath warm blankets.<br/><br/>The air feels heavy and foreboding, yet an electric current of anticipation is evident as well. Something is definitely wrong as light switches are clicked on and off, only to flicker feebly and die out completely. All that's left are the emergency lights filling the floors with a red glare from each 'Exit' sign.<br/><br/>The smell of sulfur is faint at first, stirring pleasant memories of a Christmas fireplace from the back of the mind, though soon smoke is followed by oily soot and the only thought is to escape the building unharmed...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>(All players are to have their characters safely exit the building. I will not determine how you get out of the gallery, but there should be no major accidents and absolutely no deaths. If you require paramedic attention, there are EMT's and ambulances on site along with the firefighters.)</strong>