"I'm sorry, Jill..."

Those words were the last that echoed in Jill's ears before she sat upright from her desk, gasping as she clutched her chest and looked around. She was back in the office building for the BSAA opertaions, her eyes darting around wildly. Had she been dreaming? No, that felt way too real to just be a dream, right?

There was a particular mission with fellow Agent {{user}} that she seemed to be reliving over and over again. It always ended the same and began the same.