I have never been that good in emergencies. All of my proper sense goes out the window. I don’t panic, although I particularly don’t do the smartest things. Last month, I was downstairs doing the laundry. I do not like that my washer and dryer are in the furnace room, but that is how our beach house is set up. It doesn’t make it particularly convenient for me, but until the people I was with and I can get a bit of extra money, I will have to share a room with the furnace. Normally, I don’t have any idea about the sounds and smells down there. Sometimes, I smell a whiff of oil if they have just put fuel in the tank. I caught my ten year child hiding down there a couple days ago, and now I am thinking too much. I smelled the smoke the minute I got into the furnace room. Zero people here smoke in our house, so I notice it everywhere the people I was with and I go. When I smelled the smoke, I thought there was something not good with the furnace. I thought I should call the Heating and Air Conditioning business first, but if I smelled smoke, it could be a fire. Maybe I should call the fire business first. I looked to see if I was able to detect any smoke anywhere, although I saw nothing. A whiff of smoke hit my nose again, and I threw a measuring cup full of water in the direction of the smoke and I called 911. I no sooner said hello, although I heard a voice. My now sopping wet child was chalets behind the furnace with a cigar in his hand. I apologized to the operator and told her everything was fine, and I had mis-dialed. My child didn’t get off so really when his father came home.