With a sigh, you turned off the television on account of nothing good being on. As usual. It was only midday on a Saturday and you had nothing to do. Bored, you got up from the couch and walked over to the window and peered outside.
With a yelp of alarm, your boredom disappeared in a flash.
The house across from you was on fire. One owner of said house, Janie something-or-other, was outside and shrieking. Without bothering to slip into your shoes and coat, you rushed outside and asked what happened.
"I don't know, the house caught on fire!" Janie sobbed, her fists tightly clenched to her mouth. "Ralph's in there! Oh god, oh god, my husband! Please-- help me!"