But the smell of smoke kept seeping in, so strong she couldn't sleep. She shook Ian Quincy awake. "Ian, go downstairs and see what the neighbors are up to. The smell of smoke is really strong."
Ian's eyes were drowsy. He sniffed. "I don't smell anything."
"Well, I can," Cecilia said. "It's making me uncomfortable. Go downstairs and have a word with them."
Her voice was soft and, having just woken up, a little languid.
Ian couldn't resist her and agreed, "Alright."
He put on his clothes and went downstairs. As he was about to knock on the door, he heard someone inside shout that the kitchen was on fire.
He immediately turned and ran back to their apartment. "Cecilia, quick! There's a fire downstairs!" Then he shouted for Jim Quincy.
While putting on her coat, Cecilia didn't forget to grab their bank passbook.
Ian laughed. "You care more about money than your life, huh?"
"In that case, I'll leave your share behind," Cecilia said, making a move to turn back.
