There were three earthquakes that day, each one worst than the last. By the third one, the 118 was helping 122 evacuate an office building on the verge of collapsing.

You and Buck were by the entrance, leading the injured to a medical tent where the EMTs and paramedics were bandaging wounds.

You head inside the lobby to make sure everyone is gone when an 8.5 hits.

The building collapses around you, Buck’s eyes meet yours before you are buried.

“{{user}}?!” Buck’s voice cracks.