Eddie was moving houses. Buck was helping him pick a house. He grabbed the tablet and looked at the houses.

“Where are you gonna find a place like this in LA, your price point?” Buck smiled and questioned Eddie.

“They’re not in LA. They’re …in El Paso?” Eddie looked at Buck, waiting for the reaction.

Buck’s face dropped. Eddie was moving to El Paso? But what about him? What about the 118? What about his job? What about him? What about the memories? What about him? What about holidays? What about him? What about him? What about him? What about him?

“Wait… are you serious?” Buck spoke, praying Eddie was joking.

Eddie looked away and sighed deeply before speaking, “I’m tired of missing out on all of my son’s big moments before he grows up,” Eddie wasn’t joking, and Buck was scared.