[ WP ] You wear a watch that does not work .

Seven forty P.M. it read. It was always seven forty. Who could forget? 
 
 Since I was a child, it was all I could dream of, to put on the heavy bright yellow overalls and fire retardant jacket. I did n't read comics or watch cartoons, my obsession was sitting by the window and waiting for the aluminum door to lift. Then in a spontaneous rush their bright lights would paint the walls red and their sirens disturb every sleeping dog on the block. They were my heroes, and everyday I would ask myself `` What I can do to be more like them?'' 
 
 Not everyone is cut out to be hero though. It was a brisk summer afternoon, it was a Code 3 in an apartment building. There was only two of us in my precinct, the next closest station was on-route to assist. Fortunately for us they were in the area and were able to respond before we could get there. When we arrived, a slim figure in a char stained dress flagged us down. 
 
 `` My little girl is still in there! You have to get her out!'' I nodded, as years of training had conditioned us we sprinted in what seemed like one fluid motion dragging our gear behind us. I had strapped my helmet before I realized I needed it, such was the instinct of the firefighter. 
 
 `` REMAIN CALM AND DO NOT MOVE! TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE AND DO N'T STOP SHOUTING!'' 
 
 `` I'M ON THE STAIRS! I'M ON THE STAIRS'' shouted a pale girl with tight curly hair from a half landing about three meters away. I did n't hesitate, I maneuvered over furniture and debris with the ease of an animal. She stretched her arms towards me. I glanced above her head, a wall clock hung high. 
 
 7:40 it read. Then the roof collapsed, taking me with it. 

