Someone got shoved to the ground, but at a time like this no one dared yell or curse, they could only scramble after the others and run for the door.
Very soon, everyone in the room had rushed out.
Even Angie, who'd been thrown onto the floor, ended up trailing at the very back, limping out in a miserable mess. But by then, obviously the Pajama Guy couldn't be bothered with her anymore.
Standing out on the lawn, everyone could see the second floor. Flames were licking at the window glass, and just from looking through the windows, you could tell the fire was no joke.
Then, a loud explosion sent the crowd panicking and stumbling backward. One of the second-floor windows blew out, shards of glass flying, and a ball of fire roared out.
The crowd gasped, but right then the Pajama Guy finally seemed to realize something, grabbed a bodyguard next to him by the collar, and snarled, "Fuck! My suitcase! My suitcase's on the second floor!! My stuff!! Go get it back for me!"
