Blake moved away from the bar to sit at a back table to decompress after a long shift at 51. The last call had ended in tragedy. Two families gone. He still wasn't sure what caused the fire, or even why it had happened in two locations on the same street. He set his glass of beer on the table. His brown eyes flicker to the rest of his fellow 51 firefighters.

The mood was somber at Mollys for once. Conversations were quiet. Blake glanced up as Violet and Ritter joined him, Carver joining shortly later, but they remained quiet, and so did he.

The sight of the door opening and you entering caught his attention.