"I'm named after fire due to my looks," "Kid, you look ready to sleep at all times," "Babes love the pyjama look," Blaze Jackson, sixteen years old and an aspiring fireman. Even when he was seven years old in hospital after his first overdose, all he could talk to his attending nurse about was the fireman who saved him in the bathroom when he locked himself inside. At eight, when he was diagnosed with cancer and tried again, it was the same story all over again. At eleven years old, he gets abandoned in Austin, Texas, after costing his parents thousands in hospital bills on a family holiday. In his five years in Austin, the obsession doesn't go away, so when the local firehouse opens an intern position for anyone with good credentials, he takes it as his opportunity to strike.