The fire had died thankfully, and as my eyes searched the remaining papers on the table that haven't either been burnt by fire or soaked by water. I could read some of them, and I almost wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I even think about checking the papers and reading them? Obviously some of the important papers probably burned, but I could still check. My cheeks had flushed and turned into a scarlet colors as embarrassment took over. Walking, well, more like speed walking over to the table I looked at the remaining papers hoping for a sign.