Others would think that I was crazy about wasting my life saving a lifeless painting. Little did they know, these unconscious things were actually the reason for my sanity. The fire was everywhere. Regardless of that, I didn't hesitate to come back to Paloma several minutes ago.
Now, as I hurried towards the exit door Paloma's frame was tightly pressed between my side and arm. My other hand supported the other edge of the painting. The rectangle was up to my shoulders when it touched the floor — big indeed but lightweight so escaping as I carried it wasn't a problem at all. The real danger, however, was the frantic fire that crawled through the walls and ceiling like a creep, destroying to bits every treasure I had.
"Almost there. Paloma, we're gonna be safe now," I whimpered.
However,
