I have been in a building that was not only flaming, but burnt to the ground.
What I took was my barest essence: an unthinking mass. No esteem, no thoughts, no preconceptions, no notions--just pain. I would have died in the building, but an external force preserved me.* My marriage was left standing, too.
So what emerged finally for me was a rescuer, a lump of bare identity, and my husband (I trust that he will be the recipient of a massive reward when we come into that "pie in the sky").
*I am a Christian, for those who are new.