[Funkduder]

Quintus' eye opened slowly to the crackling that was engulfing the area around him. He breathed in deeply and- "Kehhe!" Quintus coughed so hard that a black puff of some went out of his mouth. "What in the world??" He looked around from where he was brought in. The bag of ice underneath him had long melted away, giving his coat a wet, damp feeling to anyone who would dare to pet him in the fire-infested building.

"Yo, anyone in here?"

"What in the world is going on?" he called out to the voice. A lining of wooden shelves that were built into the wall gave him a path to the window where the voice came from. Swiftly and instinctively, he ran towards the voice, avoiding the fire as the shelves gave way after he lept from each of them.