Jimmy felt like he was going to pass out from exhaustion. He was doing a double shift and he was just returning from a huge fire in an abandoned warehouse.

'Damn Kids' he thought to himself. The fire was started when some teens were playing with matches.

He waved to D.K. when he patted him on the back in the garage. Doherty was taking off his boots. He reached into his fire jacket pocket to see if he left anything. He felt a piece of paper. Jimmy pulled it out. It read 'James Doherty,' he opened it. It was blank, except for one word written in runny black ink, 'Soon'.