Allow me set the scene:
A series of fires, set by miscreants, rage through dry fields. From seconds to minutes, the blaze tears through brush and tree, destroying everything in its path.

A house, with a loyal pup, lay in wait for devastation. A fire in the distance. Seconds go by. Bigger. Minutes go by, and suddenly the house is set aflame.

Inside the house; nice furniture, things and trinkets, quickly turn to ash. The dog doing anything to survive, horrified he lost track of his human to whom he is sworn to protect.

Meanwhile, 27 miles away, a man stocks shelves for the afternoon rush. His phone secured in a locker, wipes sweat off his brow as he finishes his last case of refried beans.

He makes way toward the breakroom only to be interrupted by a horrifying realization! He forgot to put out the baked beans and soups!

Breaktime will have to wait a little longer.