When our spouse and I had our beach house fire, both of us were devastated. The two of us suddenly had nowhere to go and both of us just wanted to lay down and get some rest. The two of us went to numerous different hotels that told us they were full. I was pretty sure it was because all both of us had was a bag of clothing and the clothes both of us were wearing. Considering both of us had just come from a beach house fire, I thought both of us looked pretty good. My spouse even showed them our debit card, but they wouldn’t budge. When both of us walked into the second hotel, even before the clerk said anything, I explained about the fire and I told them all both of us wanted was a moderate room and a place to sleep. He took our debit card and told us both of us could only stay 1 night. The two of us got into the room and I took a shower in the warmth of the moderate water. While our spouse showered, I inspected the control unit to make sure the heating was laboring well. My spouse came out of the washroom and told myself and others he had already set the control unit and he assured myself and others the Heating and A/C system was laboring well. I just wanted to quit shivering and forget about the morning both of us had just endured. I stood out in the snow, waiting for the firemen and enjoying our beach house burn. My spouse was at toil and I was alone until our sibling-in-law showed up. He had heard the call over his scanner and he came to check on me. He put myself and others in his car, with the gas furnace running, and called our spouse beach house from work.