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    Though the gas and smoke stung his eyes and throat, Michelangelo fought to find his way through the ashy building: more importantly, to find that little girl. With his crystal blue eyes tearing, the orange-clad turtle beheld a flight of stairs which were miraculously stable. Dodging falling bits of flaming debris that fell from the ceiling, Michelangelo began his journey up the steps.    As he climbed the steps, coughing all the way up, Mikey could feel his lungs constricting. With one quaking stride, Michelangelo gasped as the wooden stair piece he was about to step on crackled and fell down to the ground floor. Though he tried not to,

            As the six-story apartment building singed and burned with flames climbing high into the amethyst sky, a large crowd of citizens who once inhabited that establishment encircled its entrance in dismay. Distraught that the place they once called home was now burning to ashes right before their very eyes, all the teary-eyed people could do was watch as their memories disintegrate; and thank their maker that, in the wake of this disaster, at least they still had their families.    Many were still in tears, some were just amazed… and others were confused. As their clouded memories looked back on the tragic incident, some recal