Panicky under pressure!!

So, I had an interesting weekend. I experienced something that I've never experienced before. I was rudely awakened at 8am on Saturday, after only 4 hours of sleep to an extremely loud buzzing noise. After about 30 seconds of it going off, I go "Nick, what the hell is that?" He mumbles, "I dunno." 30 more seconds pass by and I "NICK!! What the fuck?" At this point I thought he was pulling some mean prank on me, but he just mumbles "It's probably them." I'm thinking to myself "them who?" But, slowly I become more sensible and realize that the noise isn't just coming from only my apartment, but is surrounding us. So I go to the window, wondering if there's anything outside, like construction or something. Low and behold, I peak through the blinds and the entire building is on fire. Flames are licking up the whole outside of the apartments catty corner to mine and all I can see is FIRE and black smoke. With my over active imagination, I automatically think, "oh my god, the building is on fire, it's going to crumble, maybe explode (what with the oil tank being RIGHT next to where the fire is)! Then I launch into motion. I go "Nick, the buildings on fire, we have to get out of here." He launches out of bed and goes "What!?!" I'm stumbling around pulling on jeans and a robe. When I can't find the tie for the robe, I pull my coat on over it to secure it and then I go get the cat carrier. We only have one though which I see as a problem. Nick's just standing in the room staring at the clock (from my view point anyways) and I go "Nick what are you doing?!" We have to get the cats!!" Nick goes "I'm trying to get ready" And I go, "Oh my god, where's Pinky? Where's Stabby? I think I'm going to have a heart-attack..." So, Nick start looking for Pinky and I do too, without any success, but Nick finds them both behind the couch. Pinky, being spotted, runs for the room, and I trap him behind the hamper and grab him up to my chest in a grip that he was NOT getting away from. Nick's putting his shoes on in the living room and I go "Nick, why don't you have Sebastian? Wah!!" Nick goes, "I'll get him, I just need to get my shoes on..." I go "leave it and get the cat!" I guess Nick does what he wants anyways because he was definitely wearing shoes and socks when we got outside, but in my panicked state he did what I wanted and we trapped Stabby in the bathroom where Nick picked him up. He goes over to the one carrier and goes, "let's put them both in here," but I'm like..."No! I can smell the smoke! We have leave now." Nick goes..."this is how we lose our cats." But, we both head out the door and to the stairwell, where much more calmer individuals are walking down the steps. I guess they didn't have the vantage of the fire that I did, since it was directly in front of our apartment.

By the time we got outside, the fire department had it under control and pretty much put out. But, man was I scared!! Nick was definitely more in control than I was. You never know what you'll do in those situations, but now I know that I panic and definitely would've stayed in the apartment until I got our cats, fire or no! They kept us outside for 3 hours and then let most everyone else go back inside. 4 or 5 apartments were completely ruined by the fire, but ours was ok. It's scary to think about, but living in an apartment/condo building definitely has its risks. Like, anyone could burn down your house and ruin your life... I am much more motivated to buy my own house now. At least then if anything happened it would be my own damn fault.

I have a picture, post fire, but can't upload it right now. If I remember I will!