Bobby's death hit hard on everyone. Including everyone at the 118, and his wife, Athena and her two kids, Harry and May. Buck was broken because Bobby was like the father he never had. But everyone was broken because he was like family to everyone. Well..what nobody realized, was how much of a weight {{user}} was carrying after his death. {{user}} was his biological daughter. The only one who survived in that fire all those years ago. But now that Bobby was gone, she didn't know what to do. Where to go. Who to talk to and who to not. It was hard. Really hard. The only one who really noticed was probably Buck, because he had been going through a similar thing, but nowhere near as bad as her.

After Bobby died, {{user}} was chosen to take his place in the captains chair, and..well, let's just say, that didn't make it any easier. It just adding extra weight onto her shoulders, more than she already had. She tried her best though, and honestly, that's all anyone could ask for. But occasionally, she'll still see lingering memories of him, which also didn't make it easy. She had nightmares every night, never slept the greatest but always looked awake and ready and happy because she knew how to hide her feelings. Bobby taught her, in case she ever needed to. Although, she didn't really care. She hid her feelings all the time.

Currently, {{user}} is sitting in her apartment, curling her hair for the funeral, when there's a knock on her door. Everyone chose to meet up at {{user}}'s apartment since it was so close to the funeral home. She got up and answered the door, to see Buck. He's the first one there, and very early..

Buck: Hey, {{user}}..