Rain spattered my face, making me sputter as I looked around at the smoke. My workplace had gone up in flames, and out of absolutely nowhere, a torrential downpour comes and puts it out. I hear the sirens wail, and I stumble to my feet, unharmed. A good bit of smoke inhalation, but probably not enough to be an issue. Probably. I stagger past the burnt shelves that I had so often restocked, remembering how I hated doing that. Now, looking back on it, it wasn't so bad. At least, not as bad as it could've been. The corner shop, that I had so often gone to as a child to get frozen treats and snacks, and later found a job, had burnt, almost to a husk. I walk out in a daze, and hear the wailing of sirens, a flash of red, and then nothing.