Truck 55 soon came to a stop along with Engine 55, with Squad 4 behind them.

"Two-story brick building. Flames pretty big, second floor." Donovan said over the radio.

"Don, raise the aerial and vent the roof with Gibson, Dean, and Jackson." Arnold started. "Squad, primary search."

"This is Battalion 20. I want an inch and three-quarters on the front and two two-and-a-halves on the neighbor's houses. I want my entrance through the rear and ground ladders to the roof." The Chief said as radio chatter went on.

As several members climbed the aerial ladder, the lines were being charged from the fire hydrants.

"Squad, do we have a vent?" Donovan radioed. Jackson was in front. "Yo! Wait! Jack, wait!"

Jackson already broke the window with his halligan. Nothing happened, so he gave the thumbs up. "We're good!" He proceeded to climb inside.

"TRUCK, THERE IS NO VENT!" The Lieutenant of Squad radioed.

"JACKSON, GET OUT NOW!" Donovan yelled.

The back door of the house closed.

Inside, black smoke was being inhaled by the AC vents.

"GET DOWN!" Squad 4's Lieutenant shouted.

HISS

WHOOSH

CRACKLE

THRASH

HISS

A flashover erupted. While it missed Squad 4, it was traveling upstairs fast.

"JACK!" Donovan yelled one last time. Jackson looked to the stairwell, only to see a rush of flames coming at him.

THRASH

WHOOSH

"AAAH!" Jackson screamed as the flames consumed him.

Donovan immediately ducked against the ladder.

HISS

THRASH

WHOOSH

CRACKLE

After flames rushed and poured out of the window, Donovan looked to see inside, but only to see that their colleague was already consumed by the flames... It was already to late. Donovan looked down in absolute remorse, breathing heavily, and in shambles...

One Hour Later

After a lengthy call-out and overhaul, which included every firefighter lined up on both sides of the front entrance of the house saluting as Jackson's burned corpse was brought out to an ambulance, Firehouse 55 was back home.

The trucks were parked and shut off.

Everyone was now out of the trucks as Arnold gathered them up. He cleared his throat and rubbed his face for a moment as they were all shaken. He sighed. "... Today... We started it off with laughs with one another, but... but little did we know that our Tobias Jackson would work his last shift... It hurts enough the loss of our Captain, now we have to deal with another loss..." He cleared his throat again. "Now... Um... If any of you need to take the day off, I completely understand

"I- I think we'll be okay, Cap." Michelle, the former Captain's daughter, answered despite her voice somewhat breaking.

Arnold would nod as he soon walked away.

Soon, everyone else started walking away to deal with whatever they had to do.

The station alarm blared soon after. "Truck 55. Engine 55. Aid 55. Injury on the Blue Line. Bo Maine Station."

At the train station, Truck 55 came to a stop behind the Battalion's pickup. Stepping out, was a familiar red-headed female as she got her helmet on. It was none other than Stella Shortman, Arnold's mother.

Soon hopping out and headed to the train tracks, they looked around as the Chief went on their radios. "Be aware, men, the third line could still be hot."

"You heard her, guys. Keep your eyes forward, let's do this the right way." Arnold told them as they walked up to a subway.

"Dispatch, do we have a hold on the Blue Line power in Bo Maine?" Stella asked. "Awaiting confirmation, Battalion 55."

"I think I hit someone." The conductor of the subway told Truck. "Chief, we might have a victim on the tracks. Conductor thinks he hit someone." Arnold radioed.

"You and Gibson walk back down that tunnel. Mind that third rail." Stella answered.

"Copy." Arnold and Scott started walking along while looking underneath.

"C.T.A. confirms power has been shut down." Dispatch radioed. "Montgomery, we're all clear, throw the chain." Stella gave the go-ahead.

Looking underneath the subway, Scott found a trapped man underneath. "HEY! I SEE SOMEONE!" He called over his Lieutenant.

"THREE. TWO. ONE. GO!" Travis threw down the chain-covered pike pole.

HISS

CRACKLE

A whole lot of sparks flew up as Travis immediately turned away to avoid injury.

"Dispatch, we still have power on the Southbound track!" Stella exclaimed on her radio.

Over with Arnold and Gibson...

"Chief, his leg is stuck in the axle. We need this rail turned off!" Arnold radioed. "We're working on it, hang tight!"

"What's your name? I'm Arnold. My pal here is Scott." Arnold told the trapped victim. "Jacob..." Jacob answered as he was lightly shaking.

"What happened, Jacob?" Arnold asked.

"My sister, Kayla, and I went into the subway through an access door, we were just looking around! But it locked behind us... We tried getting out through the tunnel..." Jacob explained as he continued shaking in pain.

Arnold motioned Scott ahead as he went on his radio. "Chief! We have a kid in the tunnel! Gibson's already gone ahead!"

"I have two victims on the track, I need that damn power off!" Stella exclaimed to dispatch.

In the tunnel, Scott had his flashlights on as he searched underneath stationed subways.

"KAYLA! CALL OUT!" Scott shouted as he looked underneath.

"Supervisor confirms that power has been shut down." Dispatch radioed Stella. "Montgomery, throw the chain again." Stella told him as Engine awaited behind her.

"THREE. TWO. ONE. GO!" Travis counted down and threw the chain down.

No sparks flew this time. He gave the thumbs up. "Power's off!"

Engine soon went ahead to reach Jacob.

Soon reaching where Jacob was, Spinelli looked underneath and found him with Arnold awaiting. "What's his name?"

"Jacob." Arnold answered as he stepped aside.

"Jacob! I'm Lieutenant Spinelli, we'll get you! Hang tight!" Spinelli gave the go-ahead to her team.

In the tunnel, Scott was still searching for where Kayla was, with no sign of her yet.

Soon...

After extricating Jacob from under the subway and the axle, Jacob was taken away on a backboard by Engine and Aid. Arnold looked back to the tunnel, noticing Scott didn't radio back.

"Gibson, talk to me." Arnold radioed as he went inside the tunnel.

Turning on his flashlights, Truck followed behind as Arnold soon found where Scott was. "Hey! Gibson!"

Gibson was on his knees, helmet off, no reaction, simply staring ahead blankly.

Arnold approached Scott, wondering what got into him until he saw what he saw.

Just ahead of them, blood scattered all over the rails, deformed body parts, an arm, and a hand, both cut off. And just ahead, was a little girl, deformed with multiple missing limbs...

Arnold kneeled next to Scott as he radioed in. "We uhm... we recovered our victim... I need two body bags, more lights, latex gloves..." Arnold sighed. He looked back to his Truck company. "I want two teams scouring each side of the tracks. Call out whatever body part you find."

As Donovan, Montgomery, and others went ahead slowly, Arnold looked at Scott. "Hey... You okay?" Scott only looked at him with a somber look without answering. Arnold shook his head as he stood up and patted his back. Gibson only felt sick to his stomach. It never gets easier, especially with years of experience...

Later At Firehouse 55...

While most of the house was quiet after that recent callout, especially Scott.

Currently sitting in the common room upstairs, Spinelli had her head down on the table, feeling rather tired. Arnold merely toyed with her hair with a cheeky smile. But after looking at Scott, his expression dropped.

Soon, Stella walked in and knocked on the bulletin board. "Department counselor. It wasn't easy what we say today. And there's no shame in reaching out to talk to someone." She then walked out.

Shortly after, Scott got up and walked to the kitchen section of the common room to take out the trash.

Eventually, outside, he threw the trash in the trash bins, but he slammed it shut as he slowly crouched and broke down in tears...

In The Chief's Office...

While Stella leaned against her desk, Scott sat in front as he blankly stared at the floor.

"We've all been there... Happens within the first few months on the job. But you... you have years with us. And I know it never gets easier, but I know you're able to process these things. You see... everyone has their own way of dealing with this. Travis telling stories, Don watching TV, etc..." Stella sat down next to him. "Take the day off. Okay? Reach out to anyone. Counseling, me, or your Lieutenant."

Gibson would lightly nod.