At the construction site, the crew of Boy 55-3 was still trying to get Marty out of that pipe where he was stuck in.

"We need something to pull him out," Alex Taylor said. The boy was stuck way too far in to grab him. And the pipe was too narrow for any adult to crawl in.

"Marty, we're working on getting you out, okay?" Sidney Edwards addressed the kid.

"Okay." He sounded tired.

"He's not getting enough air in there," Edwards feared. She got up and ran over to the ambulance to get some oxygen.

"See if you can find something long, a branch, a pipe, whatever!" She had an idea that would at least buy them some time. Not a minute later, Kevin came up with a long iron pipe, small in diameter, which was just perfect.

"Will you get him out?" Marty's older brother wanted to know. He was blaming himself. His Mom would kill him if anything happened to Marty.

"We're doing everything we can, okay?" Alex said, striking the boy's head.

Meanwhile, Sidney was working on getting some oxygen to Kevin. She used some bandages to tie a tube onto the small pipe. She opened the oxygen valve and began pushing the pipe towards the little boy.

"Marty, if you can, I want you to grab that tube that is attached to the pipe and pull it off. It will help you breath!" Sidney instructed, while Alex was still trying to think up a way to get him out.

"We need something soapy, so he can slide out again!" she came up with an idea.

"Let's call the Foam Unit," Davis suggested, but Taylor contradicted.

"No, Foam would fill up the pipe and drown him."

"How about cooking oil?" Edwards asked.

Taylor looked at her, then at Davis and Kevin.

"Is there a grocery store nearby?"


"55-John, please report back to the house," dispatch informed Officers Greene and Gusler.

"Now what?" Greene wondered and made a U-turn.

Lieutenant Swersky was already waiting for them when they came into the station house.

"What is it, boss?" the female officer wanted to know.

"You talked to this Bruce guy earlier…" It was more a statement than a question.

They confirmed that.

"I want you to go by the ex-girlfriend's house. She's not answering her phone. Check if she's okay," Swersky said and the two patrol officers could tell he was worried.

"What if she isn't?" Gusler asked nervously.

"Call me, immediately!"


Several minutes later, Davis came back with a gallon of cooking oil, as well as Mrs Brady. Ty had her informed by the station while he was out at the grocery store. At first, the clerk in the shop didn't want to help, but when he learned he could save a little boy, he gave in and let Davis take the cooking oil for free.

"Everybody wants to be a hero," Davis thought to himself and shrugged mentally. As long as it made his job easier…

Alex Taylor and Sidney Edwards were already anxiously waiting for the oil. They had gathered several bandages from the bus, the ones they usually used for big injuries. The paramedics wanted to use those bandages to get the oil on the inside of the pipe, around the boy's body so he could slide out again.

"Oh my God, Marty!" Mrs Brady exclaimed when she saw the commotion around that pipe. Her older son Kevin was hiding from her, but it did no good.

"What have you both done?" she asked him, desperately trying to control her anger.

"We played…," Kevin said in a quiet voice and told his mother what had happened, while Taylor, Davis and Edwards used the oil to soak the bandages.

"Will you get him out?" the mother asked when his son was finished. Her face was ashen and she started trembling from fear for her son's life.

"We're doing what we can, Ma'am," Alex said without looking up. They had to hurry. Marty was hardly talking anymore.

They used several pipes from around to get the bandages to deliver their load onto the walls of the pipe.

"Listen, Marty," Alex started and explained to the boy what they were doing.

"If you're ready, try to move backwards. Try to turn back and forth so the oil can work, okay?"

They looked for movement. Marty carefully moved. It worked.

"You're doing great, Marty! Only a few more feet!" Sidney said.

A few moments later, they were able to pull him out of the pipe and place him onto a gurney.

"We're taking you to the hospital, okay? Just to check if you are alright," Alex explained to him while she was placing a breathing mask over his nose and mouth.

"Marty!" Mrs Brady cried and hugged her youngest son.

"You can ride with us, Ma'am…," Edwards said. She helped Alex getting the gurney into the back of the ambulance, then she pushed the doors shut and went into the cabin to get to Mercy Hospital.


Carlos Nieto was upset, when he came up the stairs of the firehouse. He was soaking wet, it was pouring outside.

"Nieto, where's Parker?" Johnson wanted to know when he saw the paramedic without his partner.

"He's with the bus, it died couple of blocks from here," Carlos explained breathlessly. He was cold and shivering.

"Have you tried CPR?" a woman sitting at the dining table asked. The others chuckled. Carlos looked at the new face.

"And who are you?" he asked, not in the best mood to take jokes.

"Charlene Converse, firefighter," she introduced herself.

Johnson took the conversation back to the matter at hand.

"Have you called maintenance?" he wanted to know.

"That's why I'm here, the radio's gone too and my cell doesn't work either."

Water drops were dripping onto the floor from his hair and clothes, while he took his time checking out Charlene Converse. She was smaller than him, her short red hair fitting perfectly to her blue eyes.

Walsh knew that look.

"Don't even think about it, Nieto!" he warned him.

"You better get maintenance down here, I need both my bus crews!" Johnson ordered, breaking up any possible dispute between his men.

"Yes, Sir," Carlos returned and went over to the phone, but not without throwing one more look of desire over to Charlene Converse.