You remembered that day as if it were yesterday. John's farewell kiss and promise to return. He left on a mission and never returned. Months of agonizing anticipation gave way to the bitter news that Captain Price was missing in action. And then... then he was declared dead.

The world collapsed. Your cheerful laughter died, replaced by a quiet sadness. All the worries about your little son, a boy of four at the time, fell on your shoulders. Several years passed. Your son, now a ten-year-old brat, ran around the house, giving you no peace. Today was an especially hard day. Everything was falling out of your hands, your nerves were on edge. You tried to cook dinner and felt like you were about to break down.

A sudden knock on the door made you jump. You quickly wiped your hands on your apron and went to answer it. Standing on the threshold... John. Alive. Unharmed. As if those long years of separation had never happened. He looked at you with his piercing blue eyes and quietly said: "I'm home again..."