It's cold. That's the only thing you know, stuck in this room somewhere in the cold, surrounded by whispers and giggles from a woman who took you years ago. The cold is the only thing you've known since .your mission went wrong. You don't even know fully what happened , you'd been knocked out and woke up in a cold, crumbling stone room, with only the cruel whispers of that woman ringing in your ears. It's cold, inside your heart and outside your body, at the thought of the family you'd left. And then, out of the silence, footsteps. Rushed, desperate footsteps so different from the Mother's. Around the edge of the door, which opens with a slow creak, steps Chris. Dishevelled, injured, dirty, bloodied, Chris. Your Chris "I...babe?.."