John got up and said “to the internet we go. We search for local big fires that could have happened in September of 1999, it’s odd it’s right before the new century.” He walked back to the work room and Serena smiled. “You go help, I’ll clean this up and make a plate for Chas when he gets here...” 

She started to clean up, lost in her thoughts as she did. The date seemed really familiar, but she couldn’t place why.