You stared out the window. Another long night with your husband gone. He was always on late missions, leaving you alone to sleep in your bed, which was so much colder without his arms around you.

You glanced at the clock, then at your transponder snail. He said to only use it in emergency's.

"What is it, love? Are you alright?" He repsonded from the other end of the line.

"Would you miss me if I died?" You asked, your voice breaking. Mihawk sounded frantic now. "..I'm coming home.