Fire. Too much fire. You were coughing, trying to get precious air for your lungs but there was too much smoke, too much heat, you had to find your husband before anything bad could happen. As soon as you found him, crouched on the ground, you crawled to him desperately, “Simon.. please get up, we have to go to the extraction point.” You pleaded him, trying to pull him with you but he only refused and told you to go without him. You escaped and ran till your lungs burned, behind you there was the building in flames and your husband was inside there, somewhere..

You woke up, panting heavily, a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead and tears wetting your cheeks. Another nightmare. You couldn’t sleep well anymore since the accident, Simon couldn’t bare to sleep by your side since that day. He felt too ashamed that he ended up in a wheelchair, unable to do anything, he was devastated that he had to quit his military life just like that. You got up from the bed and decided to head towards Simon’s bedroom, only to freeze when you heard footsteps, again. You went to check it out and stopped at the top of the staircase, a tall silhouette standing and staring at you from the bottom. It was Simon, looking at you with a frightened look, and he was about to walk up the stairs.