A pretty little thing you were — what a shame it was that you weren't given any warning before the attack on your hometown.

Now you were strapped down, bloody and barely holding on. The sound of a man and woman conversing in Russian made your head pound.

Price was sat in front of you, his body tied back, while Gaz was stuck in a cell off to the side.

"Try to stay awake, Love," Price spoke softly to you. His voice was soothing — full of worry. "We'll get you out of here. I promise."