Abby: I don't know what to do. I'm so much better when it's someone else's emergency. Buck: No one is good when it's personal. But we got this, okay. We're gonna find your mom, promise. Abby: Okay, how are we going to do it? Buck: One mile at a time.
148 people died in that fire including...I killed them. My own kids, my own family. I murdered them in their sleep. Choked them on smoke and I burned their little bodies.
