When I walked around the truck, I had realized I have ridden it since I was 18. It was all I knew as a career. Since Jimmy left, Alex and Lieu Died, and Kim left, the 55 hasn't felt like the same place I have spent my adult life in. I received a call about 2 months ago, stating I was the new Lieutenant, replacing Jimmy. Should I be happy, or upset? I am the first female Lieutenant in the 55's history, but at the cost of my best friend, and Lieutenant Johnson, the man who took me in like his own daughter. I also lost Jimmy, my partner in the 55 since my first day, 7 years ago. Kim is gone; she got another promotion and took over Doc's old job Downtown. My husband, Carlos, now holds the Paramedic Supervisor position. Odd, how in 2 months, both of us have been promoted, in the same house.

I have been a Lieutenant for 59 days, and have already lost someone under my command. I am writing this as my good-bye, for I feel I can no longer perform my duties as a Lieutenant, Firefighter, wife, or mother. To those I love, I am sorry for letting you down, but as I see it, this is the only way out.

Maurice, take care of Mikey and Ma, for me. Don't let Mikey hate his father or me.

Carlos, I am sorry for never being able to bear you a child. Take care of Maurice and Ma and Mikey for me. I love you both and I am sorry.

The Letter slipped from her hand and onto the hardwood floor as her eyes closed slowly. The bottle of Prozac she had filled this morning lay empty next to her head on the pillow. Her eyes closed as a soft sigh escaped her lips.