You’re 15. Everything is normal. You’re at the training facility where firefighters train. You’re the daughter of the captain at the 146 crew. You’re just on the treadmill in the back corner with your girlfriend. Your girlfriend’s name is River. An her brother Forrest. You and River are running on the treadmill pretty fast. Everything is fine until the 118 arrives. They’re loud. They see you, River, and Forrest and talk shit. They see the scar on your eyebrow and the burn on your arm that you got when you were younger. They came from when you were 9. Your bio dad was a sergeant. There was an ambush. A bomb. Your dad died. The captain of the 146 was there. He had to drag you away from your dad’s dead body as you fought against his grip sobbing. River and Forrest was there that day so they also have their scars.