It was a normal day at the incorporation, everyone mindlessly typed away at their computers and answered their phones. Sometimes, the most mundane days are when all hell breaks loose.

At first, it was just the feeling at the pit of his stomach that set him off. Something felt...off. Peabody paused typing at his laptop and leaned back into his chair. He closed his eyes and listened. Everything appeared to be fine, but it didn't feel fine. He pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes, maybe he is just being paranoid.

An hour passes, another wave of paranoia hit him. That's when it hit him, he could smell gas leaking. Specifically Methane, which definitely wasn't good. He decided he would have to call health services to check it out later in the afternoon.

Big. Mistake.

He was finishing up handling something with a business partner when he heard the fire alarm going off. His eyes widened as he quickly shot up out of his chair. Even from the top floor he could detect the powerful smell of smoke.

He quickly ran down the flight of fire escape stairs to make sure everyone is evacuated safely. At the fifth floor he realized that there were clouds of smoke were extremely thick at the level. He opened the door and found that the floor was utterly destroyed. It didn't look like it was once an office, not by a long shot.

He covered his mouth and nose with his arm and began to search for any victims. His eyes watered as he strained to make out any signs of life. He would be damned if he let anyone die on his watch.

At the exact moment he was about to make his way down to the fourth floor the sound of someone coughing caught his attention. He perked up and began walking towards the sound.

"Hello? Who is in here?" He called, frantically looking for the person.

"H-here, sir." The faint voice of a young woman echoed through the sound of crackling fire.

Spinning around he saw a petite woman caught under a piece of the ceiling that crushed her leg. He knelt down to her and examined her leg. Definitely broken.

"Can you walk?"

She weakly shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Is anyone else here?" He asked as he gently lifted the debris off her.

"N-no, everyone made their way down once the explosion occurred. I tripped, and just my luck, the ceiling collapsed at that moment. I tried screaming for help but no one answered." She squeaked out with a whimper, tears welled up in her eyes.

He picked her up bridal style and rushed out to the flight of stairs. The smoke was so thick in the stair case he could hardly imagine how it was on the next floor. He was gonna find out.

He hesitantly opened the door and was greeted with an even worse looking office floor. Everything was practically ash and the floor, walls, and ceiling were caving and collapsing. He carefully made his way across the rickety floor and looked out for any falling objects. He heard another explosion on the bottom floor and caused the ground to shake. He heard the ceiling cracking and the floor give at his feet. He lunged and pushed the woman out of the way. Unfortunately he was not as lucky. The floor cracked and engulfed his leg into a hole where small flames began to form. The ceiling let out an eery groan signaling its fall. He looked at the woman who was beginning to sit up, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Run! You should have enough adrenaline to make it down the next few floors! Help anyone you may come across!" He commanded. The building let out another horrifying creak. "What is your name?" He asked, tears beginning to brim his eyes.

"Lu, my name is Lu, sir."

"Lu, if you come across a woman named Marina Goodwin, tell her I love her. Tell my son I love him too. Ok?" He pleaded, his voice cracked slightly from the smoke filling his lungs. He was beginning to feel light headed.

"I...I will, sir." She said, as she began to stand up.

"Now go! This floor is going to be destroyed."

Lu disappeared out of sight and left Peabody alone, and unsure about his future. If he even had one anymore. He heard the ceiling crash and felt a large piece of wood fall on his back, a large splinter digging into his thigh. He hissed in pain and closed his eyes tightly. He tried to imagine something peaceful, if he was going to die, he wanted to die remembering people he loved. He thought of Sherman, his bright smile and shining eyes, flashes of him growing up appeared in his mind. He thought of Marina and her twinkling grey eyes, her soft hands, and her smile. He faintly smiled at the memory. He could feel his consciousness going dim. More debris continued to fall on him, covering him in a blanket of ash. He took one more breath, filling his lungs with the toxic air, succumbing to the fire.

Marina was taken out of her daydreaming state at the ring of her phone. The screen showed an unknown number. Confused, she answered it.

"Marina Goodwin speaking." She answered.

"Hello this is Erin Spivey, from New York's Fire Department. We regret to tell you that there has been a horrible fire at the Peabody Incorporation."

Marina felt her heart speed up and her breathing become shallow. "I-I..." She could hardly speak. "What happened?"

"We are unsure at the moment, but the real reason I called you is that we have a victim here that has you on his emergency contact list. Are you familiar with Hector Peabody?"

"Oh my God, what happened? Is he ok?"

"We actually don't know yet. One of the firefighters is still in the building. He has been recovered but we are unaware of his condition as of now."

"I will be there as soon as possible. Thank you for the call."

Marina shot up out of her bed and grabbed her purse and keys. She figured that there was a major traffic jam from the accident so she found it best to run.

She zipped between crowds of people and cars. People honked their horns at her as she weaved between the cars in the traffic jam, even managing to hop a few car hoods due to not being able to squeeze through the bumper to bumper traffic.

Finally, she came across the scene to see the once beautiful building in ruins at the first few floors. Though the top floors seemed to be untouched, she was sure the building was structurally unsound. She pushed her way through the crowds and made her way to the firetrucks.

"Where is he? I need to see him! Is he ok?" She asked frantically, beginning to feel light headed. She felt a tap on her shoulder to see Lu with bandages and an oxygen mask on.

"Are you Marina Goodwin?"

"Yes...I am."

"Mr. Peabody saved me from the building. He told me to tell you that he loves you."

Marina nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I-I love him too. I wish I could see him." She choked out. Falling into a fit of tears. She crumpled to her knees as she sobbed. Lu comforted her by rubbing her back and consoling her.

Her sobs were cut off by someone trying to get her attention.

"Miss Goodwin?" One of the firefighters asked.

She frantically nodded her head as she choked out cries and wiped her eyes.

"I am Erin Spivey, I am the one that called you."

Marina nodded her head again as she stood up.

"Mr. Peabody has been recovered from the building. He is still alive but in very critical condition."

"C-can I see him?" Marina asked, voice shakey.

"Yes you may."

He lead her over to an ambulance where Peabody was being lifted onto a stretcher. She wasn't even close up and he could tell he was on death's doorstep. She choked back the urge to scream as she walked closer to him. His chest had awful burns and his leg was most definitely not supposed to bend that way. Normal sobs turned into hysterics when she got next to him. He looked lifeless, a mere shell of who he was.

"H-hector. You have to make it out of this. People need you, Sherman needs you, the employees need you...I need you." She held his left hand, the only part of him with minor damage. She rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb. "I love you too."