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"No," Lucy whispered, eyes wide and locked on the glowing screen. "I mean it this time. I've scrolled through everything. Every algorithm. Every 'because you watched' suggestion. I've reached the end."

"Firefighter Chen?" he asked, shivering. Searching For- Tacoma FD S04e01 In-

Lucy leaned back, Eddie tossed her a bag of stale chips, and for twenty-two glorious minutes, they weren't firefighters. They weren't bored. They weren't searching. "No," Lucy whispered, eyes wide and locked on

Lucy and Eddie exchanged a look. They grabbed their coats, not because it was cold, but because protocol demanded they carry something heavy and official-looking when answering weird noises. Every algorithm

"You've been saying that for three hours," Eddie grunted, retrieving the plunger from the floor. "If you were actually dying, we'd have a reason to leave this place."

It was 2:47 AM on a Tuesday, which, for Firefighter Lucy Chen of Station 24, was the official witching hour of boredom. The bay doors were closed. The truck was waxed. The beans in the pot were older than some of the pranks in the lieutenant’s notebook.