The 118 and other local first responders are at a local high school doing a mock drunk driving car crash in front of all the students and teachers. There are 2 mangled vehicles intertwined with each other. Buck and Eddie pull out a few bloody victims from the car. One of the victims is "dying." Chimney starts to perform CPR, but he can't revive them. He covers the body with a sheet. Hen covers another body in the car with a sheet.
The students are all clearly bored and have no interest in what's going on. The principal goes in front of the crowd picks up the mic to finish the demonstration.
"In 2013, 27% of fatal teen motor vehicle accidents occurred in April, May, and June, the peak of prom season, accounting for the deaths of 676 teenagers. These car crashes weren't only caused by intoxicated driving. They were also caused by passengers distracting the driver, and cell phone use."
The students aren't paying attention, but the principal continues. "Myself and your teachers don't want to get the call on prom night that you won't be coming back to school because you made the wrong decision to drive impaired or distracted. I know you'll make the right choice by being a responsible driver. Thank you."
Students and teachers slowly start to make their way back inside while everyone else starts to clean up the scene.
"I hate the month of May, AKA prom month," Chimney says. "It's full of stupid kids doing stupid things."
"Come on, Chim," Hen starts. "You were a teenager once. You mean to tell me you never did anything stupid?"
"No. My parents were incredibly strict. My mom actually drove me and my date to prom. Then my date left with my best friend. They ended up getting married."
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't drink on prom night," Buck admits.
"Me, too," Eddie adds.
"You didn't have the added distraction of cell phones," Bobby adds. "A majority of prom night car crashes are caused by cell phone usage, not impaired driving."
"Combine the two together, and you've got a deadly combination," Athena says.
"Do you think these things work?" Buck asks, gesturing to the car crash around them.
"Honestly," Eddie starts, "if they had done one of these mock crashes when I was in school, I would have laughed and screwed off with my friends."
"Stupid kids doing stupid things," Chimney jokes.
Bobby shakes his head. The crew continues cleaning up the fake scene.
...
Inside the locker room, Mateo Foster, Harley McIntosh, Reed Walker, and Grayson Holt are sitting around talking about their plans for prom night.
"The after party is going to be sick," Mateo brags. "My older brother bought eight 12 packs, 4 bottles of vodka and 7 bottles of Jack."
Harley shakes his head. "I just want to skip prom and go straight to the after party."
"If the girls would let us, we totally would," Reed says.
"Who's the DD?" Grayson asks, being the only somewhat responsible one in the group.
The other three boys stop and look at him, a mix of not understanding what he's asking and not wanting to believe what he's asking.
"What?" Grayson responds. Why are they all looking at him like he's just offended their ancestors?
"Why do we need a DD?" Harley asks, incredulously.
"Because we're going to be drinking," Grayson answers. "We can't drink and drive."
"Grayson," Mateo retorts, "don't be such a loser."
"I'm not. You guys just saw that fake crash. I'm not spending prom night in a body bag."
"If you're so concerned, why don't you do it?" Reed asks.
"This is my first date with Willow. I don't want her to think I'm a pansy."
"Trust me, she's still going to think you're a pansy," Harley says with a pompous laugh.
Grayson rolls his eyes. "We're taking Reed's car. He should be the DD."
"Hell no. Harley should. He's already in trouble with his dad."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Harley turns to Mateo. "Mateo, you should. You're the one supplying the booze."
"And I'm going to be the one enjoying it."
"Let's just figure it out that night," Reed says, putting an end to the argument.
"Fine," Grayson agrees.
The bell rings, signaling the end of the period. The boys gather their books and head to their next class.
...
Noah Brightly, a 5-year-old little boy, is sitting on his mom's lap in their kitchen. He has a few pencils stuck up his nose and blood covering his face. Hen is kneeling down in front of him to take a look.
"What's your name?"
"Noah."
"Hi, Noah. I'm Henrietta."
Hen looks at his mom while looking over Noah. "What happened?"
"He stuck the pencils up his nose then tripped over the dog. Did the pencils go into his brain?"
"No, I don't think so. He definitely has a broken nose." Hen turns her attention back to Noah. "Why did you stick the pencils up your nose, Noah?"
"I wanted to be a walrus."
Hen nods. She understands a little boy's way of thinking.
"Well, it looks like you earned yourself a ride in an ambulance. Have you ever been in one before?"
Noah shakes his head no.
"Do you want to come see it?"
"Yea!" Noah says enthusiastically.
"Alright."
Noah's mom picks him up and follows Hen and Chimney to the ambulance.
"What were you saying earlier about kids, Chim?" Hen says as they walk out the door.
Chimney smiles and shakes his head. The saying doesn't apply to 5-year olds.
...
Chimney, Hen, Eddie, Buck and Jo are sitting around the island while Bobby does the dishes from breakfast. They're all looking at Bobby's prom pictures he's brought in and laughing over them. Bobby has on a powder blue tux with white ruffles sticking out from underneath the jacket while his date has on a long pink tulle dress with large ruffles around the shoulders and sleeves.
"What's happening with the ruffles?" Buck jokes.
"Are you talking about Cap's shirt or the date's dress?" Eddie asks with a laugh.
"Seriously. Could you even find her underneath all of that?"
"Ha ha," Bobby mocks.
"I think he looks handsome," Jo says, coming to Bobby's rescue.
"You want to see handsome?" Buck asks, pulling out his phone.
He pulls up a picture from his prom. He's dressed in a slick suit and he has long "Bieber" hair.
"That's handsome," Buck brags.
"Your hair!" Hen laughs.
"You had Bieber hair!" Jo says with a smirk.
"What was your date wearing?" Chimney asks. Buck doesn't have a date in the picture.
"I didn't have a date."
Everyone's mouths fall open.
"Evan Buckley didn't have a date to the prom?" Hen asks in disbelief.
"Nope."
"Did your girlfriend dump you right before?" Eddie jokes.
"An hour before, actually."
Jo laughs and kisses his cheek, somewhat feeling bad for him.
"Let's see a picture from your prom, Jo," Buck says.
"I didn't go."
"You didn't go to prom? Why not?"
"I was going to, but my brother died the week before, and I really wasn't in a prom sort of mood."
"Don't you regret not going?"
"Not really. I've never understood why girls spend hundreds of dollars on a dress they're only going to wear once. It all seemed silly to me."
"I'm right there with you, Jo," Hen agrees. "I stayed home with my girlfriends and ate ice cream and watched movies. I had more fun than I think I would have at prom."
"Looking back on it, prom was pretty dumb," Eddie says. "Maybe I just went to a lame school."
"Didn't you go to a Catholic school?" Buck asks.
"Yup. We couldn't hold hands, we had to dance 6 inches apart from each other, and we were required to dance with one teacher at some point during the night. No wonder we all left before 9."
"Prom in the 80's doesn't sound so bad now," Bobby jokes.
They all laugh, agreeing with Bobby.
Jo gets up and puts her coffee mug in the sink. "I better get to work. Thanks for breakfast, Bobby."
"You're welcome."
Jo kisses Buck. "I'll see you later." She waves at everyone else. "Bye guys."
Jo heads down the stairs while everyone continues to look at prom pictures.