I was living in a house with a long historyin Halifax, Nova Scotia five years ago. One day, one of my friends from theWest Coast came to visit me. He was1for3 weeks so he brought a lot of bags and suitcases, and other things like a2. I told him he could sleep on the bed inthe front living room.

    One morning after a late night of drinking,my friend ran into my room shouting "Fire, Fire!" Without3, I jumped out of bed. The floor was4against my feet as I ran into the hallway,right behind my friend. I couldn't see the fire anywhere,5as we ran towards the front door, I couldhear the6makinga loud noise all around me. It was inside the7. We ran out into the front yard andlooked8atthe house, seeing black smoke coming out of the9house.

    We were standing there watching the housewhen I looked down and10allof my friend's bags and suitcases11lined up on the front grassland, includinghis basketball.12henoticed the house was on fire, he took all of them out to the grassland beforecoming back to13meabout it. That fire had started in the basement (地下室), and it spread up into the walls andwas burning the14wewere standing on. The floor and much of the house fell down not long after wecame out. The firemen said we were very15.

    Of course, we are not friends anymore.