All that's left now is lingering smoke and my legs feel like jello. I panic well. It's a gift. My husband, on the other hand, has all the nerves of a cucumber. In fact, he's the one who saw the fire. "Oh," he says casually,"there's a fire in there." I thought he must be talking about a child's drawing or something as nobody would talk so calmly about a REAL FIRE! "Well, one of us needs to stay calm," he told me later. Yes, and apparently the other of us needs to panic.