Last night the fire alarm went on at 2:17 AM.
I had been asleep for a while and must have been dreaming because it took me a second to realize the sound was not part of the dream.
My first thought was, "There better be a real fire because it is VERY rude to have a drill in the middle of the night."
As I fumbled around in a daze looking for my flip-flops, I remember thinking I should probably put on proper shoes, and a coat too, since it's been chilly in London lately--plus, it is bound to be cold outside at this hour in the morning anyway. My disorientation and confusion continued in the darkness for a few seconds as I heard some of my neighbors open their doors and begin walking to the 'nearest exit'.
Then the alarm stopped.
What the heck! What does this mean?!? Has the fire been put out already?!
I looked out my window into the courtyard to see if there was any movement in other rooms or in the other wings.
Nothing--except for a few other people pulling back their curtains doing the same. No smoke, no flames, no panicked masses.
So, after contemplating the situation for a minute, I went back to bed. After all, if there had been a real fire, the alarm would not have stopped.

Probably some stupid freshman messing around. Idiot.