The flames are impressive. So is the array of sleeping garb on display. I have my pyjamas from Millers (still in excellent condition) but others seem to don any old shabby ensemble.
Apparently all tenants are accounted for, which makes me wonder where the husband of the Indian family is sleeping nowadays.
The New World checkout girl is sobbing histrionically.
The homosexual couple is holding hands. They seem very clean, at least.
The backpackers (Czech? German?) seem to have a night-time visitor (really, on a Wednesday!) shuffling about in his boxer shorts. It is unclear which of them he belongs to.
These extreme situations really give one a sense of perspective.