Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?
Oh, man, the house is on fire. He looks out the window. Wifey is down below in the backyard waving to him. It is not a frantic wave but more like “Goodbye”. Or she may be doing arm exercises. Multitasking.
What to grab? He always imagined it would end, not like this, but up on the roof, as he reached down and grabbed his ankles after news of a nuclear attack.
He looks for his pants. He will pass on a shirt. He is feeling a little warm.
There’s a frosty glass of Guinness just poured staring at him. It must not go to waste.
Sunglasses. Bright light irritates his eyes. And his Nikon D7000! His FB buds are going to want some pics of this! Now there is time for one more thing. . .
The photo of his desk taken decades ago. Never scanned. Someone he loved more than the world. And now smoke rushes in the room and he drops to the floor, crawls towards the door.
He decides the beer is not going to make it and pours it on his fevered brow. He drops the photo. Now he is almost to the rear door of this inferno and he remembers he has left the battery to his camera on the table next to his bed.
He must go back!