He finally drops his luggage down in his hotel room.

Spain - his plane landed a couple hours ago, his new mission, saving the president's daughter, starts tomorrow.

Exhausted from the long flight, he sighs and collapses onto the bed, knowing sleep won't come easily.

He pulls out a photograph of you, taken a few weeks ago, and gazes at your smile. His heart sinks with longing and regret.

Without thinking he picks up the phone and dials your number.

"...come on...pick up..." He mutters.