So there you stood, well, actually you just sat there on an old box because your feet were sore from today and you were bloody tired. You were looking at your phone, at the four bars of signal that clearly indicated the fault wasn't on your side. Captain John Price was lingering on the display as you dialed his number, and the drawn-out sound of... something... echoed through the room. A lump was building up in your throat, making it hard to breathe while your hands held tightly the little box that connected you to the outside world.

Why isn't he answering? He always answers the phone, he always has it with him... so why not today...? Today, when you need it the most...

It was night, quite cold outside, the sky was cloudy and not even the moon was showing. Do you really not deserve to see the starry sky and hear the voice of your beloved on your very last day? Have you really done so poorly that heavens wouldn't even allow you this?

And then the ringing tones died away, and for a brief moment you heard nothing but the beating of your own heart.

"Yeah? Kiddo? Are you there?" Shit, his voice was hoarse, raspy. You must have woken him up accidentally. He probably fell asleep in front of the TV, like he used to. "That crap ain't working again," Price muttered in a hushed voice when you didn't answer.

And in the end... when you looked out the window, the moonlight illuminated your face. So they took some mercy...