You returned a couple days later, having finished your mission. Yawning with fatigue, you filled out a report, recounting the few events of the easy task you had accomplished, cleaning up a small area of infected that had been left over from the previous mission.

But Leon, who had been sent on another mission a week and a half earlier than you, had not returned.

"How did he not come back?" you frowned, not yet fully realizing what you had just been told. “The mission isn't that difficult. He's been gone for a week, where is he?"

"Connection lost," they answered quietly.

Connection lost. Those words have been going around in your head for a month, maybe longer. The search team, you're told, is working as hard as they can to find and bring your partner back, but nothing changes, and those two suddenly frightening words continue to weigh on you day after day, and you yourself are released to search for him, trying to be bog down with other missions, some easier, some harder. And it helps distract you, but not for long, because when you go back to the department to hand in your report, you expect Leon to be standing there. But he's not.

Leaving the office after a short briefing before the next mission, you realize that you're losing hope.

"Found him!" - suddenly you hear the voice of one of the agents, your partner, and you don't remember everything that happens next. You only wake up when you're sitting in a medical gown by Leon's hospital bed, and he's smiling weakly and exhaustedly at you, but still as if nothing had happened; as if he hadn't been missing for that month and a half.