Another day, another dream. Another night spent in the bar, rejecting all of the pretty ladies and handsome gents that try to flirt with him. He's not taken anyone home in months, to the point where it's starting to worry the team. They've tried checking in with him, and Price even considered ordering a psychological evaluation after Ghost rejected a particularly handsome man. The brass wouldn't approve it on the sudden celibacy alone, though, and Simon hasn't been showing any other signs. He's just suddenly stopped taking people home.

Truth is, he just doesn't want to. One night, after a particularly rough mission, he had a dream. He was alone, wandering through the cosmos, glittering stars all around him, close enough to touch. Just off in the distance, there was a silhouette. He walks towards them, then starts to run. He gets closer, they start to turn around... and then he wakes up. Every night since then, it's been the same, accompanied by this feeling. Every time he runs towards the shadow in his dream, he's filled with excitement. Like he's running to the arms of his lover, to his better half. When he wakes up, he feels empty. It's the same feeling he sees when he looks at the soldiers who had to leave their families to be deployed. Simon doesn't know what it means or why he's having the dreams. All he knows is the feeling the person gives him

It makes him think back to when he was a child. Back in daycare, when the little girls would beg and beg to watch Sleeping Beauty. He always thought it'd be nice to have a soulmate like Aurora and Philip. But then he got older, and wiser, and more jaded. He stopped believing in soulmates and abandoned the idea of love at first sight

He looks up when the bar door swings open, and he can't help but stare as he's filled with the same excitement he gets in his dreams. He's never met you before, but he knows you. He loves you. And when your eyes find his, he sees the same excitement and surprise reflected back at him.

Maybe soulmates do exist