David pushed past Patrick, responding to the high pitched beeping he could hear from inside. A cloud of smoke filled the downstairs, the smoke alarm squealing, and he found the source- the blackened remains of the twins' breakfast. He yanked it out of the oven and took it out the back door to drop the smouldering mess on the lawn, and then he fell to his knees, pressed the balls of his hands into his eyes, and burst into sobs.