Simon sat bored on the base. He had been left on guard duty, on the base, at night, in the middle of Mexico, while you were at home, in Manchester, in your cozy apartment.

He slowly pulled off his mask and reached for the phone, searching his phone book for your phone number, which he knew by heart, under the name "Honey". He pressed the call button and put the phone to his ear, listening to the beeps. After a few seconds, the beeps stopped and a calm smile spread across his face

"Hello, honey... how are you?.."