There’s a fairly simple explanation for the mysterious lights in the burning Windsor building. The whole point of holding down a job in one of the more expensive districts in town is to have somewhere to sleep after an evening’s drinking without taking out a billion dollar mortgage or exchanging fluids with zombies. The guys on floor 11 were happily snoring away under their desks when one woke up smelling smoke. They then made a rapid exit, dodging the police cordon–probably not particularly difficult–and swearing one other to eternal secrecy. Elementary, my dears.

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1. The Prandial Post
   February 22nd 2005 21:27 You’re fire
   More on that fire and the mysterious figures on floor 16ish. It seems that they were captured on 3 separate video cameras, that the fireman found a couple of forced doors on the second floor and in the tunnels underneath, and that some people who were…