Auf Wiedersehen, Vienna

The fire alarm went off in my hotel last night at 12:30am. My thoughts and actions went as followed:
1. "Huh, what is that? Am I dreaming?"
2. "Crap, it's the fire alarm."
3. "Maybe if I wait a little bit, it'll just turn off."
4. (30 seconds later) "Ok, it's not going off. If it's a real fire, I should probably evacuate."
5. (Puts pants on, grabs jacket, puts on flip flops)
6. (Walk down stairs, there are groups of confused teenagers. I slip down the stairs, a teenage boy wearing a white, short-sleeved, mock turtleneck comes to help me up. He then locks arms with me and we walk down the stairs. We part after one flight.)
7. (Get to the ground floor and follow exit signs that eventually lead us to a courtyard.) "Balls. Where the hell are we?" ( At this point in the timeline, if it had been a real fire, this is where we all burn to death)
8. (Find another set of doors that lead us to the street.)
9. (Stand outside for 15 minutes. 4 fire trucks are at the scene. They turn off the alarm. We go inside and back to bed)
10. The End.

Brussels tomorrow.