So, I'm fast asleep, dreaming about who knows what, when I hear a BANG. Thinking it was the upstairs neighboors' window closing, I turn over and enjoy my comfy bed. I'm just drifting back off to sleep when my mother opens her door, comes running in my door, and tells me to wake up. Now, she's totally freaking out, so my la-la land abruptly ends. Then I hear louder bangs right outside my bedroom window. Mom is calling 911, saying there was a car on fire. I grab the most important things in my room - my violin, laptop, and teddy bear Arthur (with whom I sleep every night, although I never thought I'd admit that!). I crate up the cats as quickly as possible, which is when the firemen arrive. I guess I should explain that our 2 bedrooms are in the back of the apartment, and the apartments are seperated from a carwash by a 6 foot concrete wall. We're in the front of the apartment, I'm ready to run because I keep hearing explosions, but my mother decides to be curious, and opens up my bedroom door. She climbs onto a chair and looks out...the fire is almost out, thank God, but this car is charred...the firemen just left, and some Chief looking guy is still on the scene, as well as some policemen. Talk about an adrinaline rush! I don't think I can go back to bed now! My mother and I were just laughing that I had Arthur by the door, ready to go. :shame: ETA: S, meet D! I meant RUDE, not ruse.