<em>Ingrid with Morgan, outside the building</em><br/><br/>Her first thoughts were of a hotel room, though not because she needed one.  The adrenaline in her system had her on wide alert though before she'd wanted nothing more than to go to sleep.  She noticed that his feet were bare and knew that he would need some new shoes.  She doubted that he even had his wallet.  Not rich but nowhere near destitute, she knew that she would help people get clothing.<br/><br/>She kept a storage unit with odds and ends that she had gathered on her travels, from art to whatnots and everything in between, though her favorite things were up in the burning studio.  So was Daniel's jacket that she'd been unable to part with.  She silently bid it goodbye and only hoped that the firemen could get the fire out before it consumed everything inside the building.<br/><br/>The wailing sirens and then the men at work got her attention, surprising her that her head didn't hurt any more.  The pounding of her blood through her veins and her near panic had pushed it right out of mind. Literally.<br/><br/>"Yes we are," she whispered and then kissed his lips softly, wishing now that she'd thought to brush her teeth.  She didn't move to deepen the kiss, not at all, but did recognize what she was feeling.  It was survival, the type of thing that made people want to do something that made them feel alive.  Simultaneously she was both ravenous for food and sex.<br/><br/>Ushering them away from the building and toward the others, she noticed several familiar faces but her heart froze in her chest, panic seizing her when she didn't see Aline.  "Where's Aline?" she called loudly, trying to be heard over the din of workers, radios, blasting water hoses, and the fire itself.  The morning was lit up with flashing lights reflecting off of faces and the growing wet concrete of the street.<br/><br/>"Has anyone seen Aline?" she called, worried for her best friend in the whole world, the only female that she fully let into her heart.  Her voice was terrified, her fear reflecting in her eyes, which turned to the top floor that Aline occupied.  Fuck. FUCK!  "ALINE!" she called, hoping that the woman would appear in the crowd, her hand squeezing Morgan's arm tightly in her fright.<br/>