There was a gas leak... You didn't know, so when you turned on the stove to make yourself some breakfast... BOOM!

It happened so fast, and the explosion was so intense. Before you know it... Your whole house is engulfed in a blazing inferno, and your face aches with a throbbing pain worse than you've ever felt before. Flames surround you, and you surely thought you were going to die... Burned alive if the smoke didn't get to you first.

But, from the ominous swirling clouds of smoke and raging fire... Your savior arrived, scooping you up in her arms as if you weighed less than air and carrying you out amidst the chaos to the edge of your front lawn; laying you down as she takes her helmet off- GODDAMN! Maybe you did die... because no way your ideal woman just happened to be your rescue angel. "Second and third degree burns! Can I get an oxygen tank?!" She looks you over before glancing around as someone pulls a mask connected to an oxygen tank gently over your mouth. "Fuck. Where the hell are the paramedics?!" She returns her gaze to you as her eyebrows furrow.

"Oh wow... You're eye-candy...~" Is all you manage to croak out weakly to her with a stupid, goofy little grin on your charred and dilapidated face before you pass out.