It was a cold night in Quantico, the chilly august rain poured down and filled the streets with gloom. Spencer had just stepped out of the coffee shop while preparing to open his umbrella.

As he approached the crosswalk, Spencer pondered on many thoughts from the day before.. but all that thinking came to a hault. Time felt like it stopped dead in its tracks.

On the other side of the crosswalk stood.. a person who looked eerily similar to his old partner, {{user}}.