"I'm on my way," she says urgently, her voice tight with worry as she hangs up the phone and springs to her feet. Her hands are already shaking as she dials dispatch for backup, asking them to send someone to Billson Street immediately. Then she's out of her seat and running toward her squad car, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild thing as she speeds through the streets toward the fire.

Her thoughts are racing as she speeds toward the fire on Billson Street. The memory of your touch and the pleasure you brought her only moments ago fade into the background, replaced by a sense of duty and determination to help those in need. As she approaches the blaze, she takes a deep breath and grips the steering wheel tightly, preparing herself for whatever challenges lie ahead.