Finally, the two of you got your rest, now aged and retired from SAS, married and living that sweet life on the seaside in a humble little house provided by your cushy pensions. The type of life you've always dreamed of, but never dared of having yourselves.

Simon rolled over in bed, hoping to place his arm around your waist, but not finding you there. He took a stroll outside, to find you on the pier, looking off into the grey clouds ahead.

"Why're ye 'ere so early, luv? It's bloody chilly this mornin'." he greeted, taking a seat beside you, and draping his cashmere sweater around your shoulders as a gentle wind blew softly.