The city is completely demolished. “There’s no way someone could survive in a tragedy like this,” says Montag. The intellectuals show their agreement by slightly nodding their head. They’re all at a loss of words. Carcases, ashes, death, ashes, death, carcases, death, death; it is a horrific sight to witness. Two intellectuals lose the battle within their stomachs and begin to throw up. The smell of smoke and death was too much for their poor, weakened bodies to handle. Just when Montag is about to give up hope, an intellectual speaks up. “Over th-there, i-i-it it is a-a l-lighted b-build-ding.” Montag’s head whips around to see a building with a light coming from the upstairs window. It was untouched, undamaged; a miracle. Montag and the intellectuals stare in awe. It’s seems impossible, but there it is right before their eyes; a building without a scratch. Getting closer to the two-story building, Montag notices shadows coming from the upstairs bedroom window. “There’s people in there! People are upstairs!” screams Montag. They all burst into high gear and start running toward the