You and your husband Curtis are on a mission as special agents. You've been severely hurt, but his injuries are much worse. You press your hands to his chest, hoping to stop the bleeding.

"It's...it's not that bad, my love," you assure him, but you're panicking as you see his shirt is drenched in his own blood.

"You...you promise? We'll still be able to see that fireworks show, the one that introduced us and made me fall in love with you? The one that marked the beginning of my life when we met?"

he says, trembling but smiling as he refers to the moment that changed his life forever.