Woody sat in his apartment staring at the TV, tipping up the last bottle of beer from his six pack. He sat there thinking about the events of the day, of his fight with her. "I give up" he thought to him self " just go to bed and forget this day ever happened. As he was heading to his bedroom he turned on the police scanner as he did every night, just for noise, he could stand being left alone in the dark with his thoughts. Staggering thru the dark Woody found his bed and crawled in, covering his head with the blanket he began to listen to the goings on of the Boston PD. "...we have a 410 in progress, additional units are requested at the scene..." the radio called out. "Hmmm that sounds interesting" was the last thing he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
It wasn't long into the night that Woody started to dream, dream of the chestnut haired vixen that haunted his dreams nearly every night. He began to toss and turn violently. he could see her face...he knew she was in danger...but he couldn't reach her..."Jordan" he called out over and over again till finally he woke up screaming her name. He was covered in sweat, "Damn her" was all he could say as he laid his head back on the pillow and just them something caught his attention on the radio. "...there is a structure fire at 311 Pearle Street, additional units are requested..." "Oh God, where's Jordan" he said jumping up out of bed and running to find his phone. Woody frantically dialed Jordan number."...ring...ring...ring...Hi this is Jordan, Plea.." He slammed his phone shut. Just as he did it began to ring.
"Jordan, is that you..." he spoke.
"No Woody it's me, Garret. You need to get down here, there's fire in her building ,we can't find Jordan anywhere. No one has heard from her since she left the office and..."
Woody interrupted him in mid sentence, "I'll be right there"
He shut his phone and flew thru his apartment getting dressed and gathering his things. He began to say a little prayer in his head, over and over again, "Please God let her be ok, Please, please..." He made it Pearle Street in a flash, but was stopped by traffic caused by the fire. Woody threw his car in park and started running to the scene, to see if he could find her. Finally he found some one, he found Garret and Nigel across the street from the blaze.
"Have you heard from her, have they found her yet, did she make it out ok?" he questioned the two men
They both grimly answered "No, nothing yet, nothing since she left the office"
"Did anyone make it out?" he asked as he turned for the first time to see the fire. "Oh no" was all he could say. The fire was huge, like nothing he had ever seen before.
Garret finally answered him "Apparently there was a gas leak and then an explosion, no one really had time to get out, they were probably asleep in there beds when the explosion occurred, they...never had a chance." Tears started to form in all the men's eyes at that point, fear and grief had finally taken them. Woody dropped to his knees and began to sob almost uncontrollably when Nigel reached for him. "Maybe she's ok somewhere, maybe" he was trying to comfort him, but to no avail. At that moment there was a tremendous crash, the building had started to collapse. All of the firemen where immediately pulled from the building and it was left to burn out.