"Cause you and I... we were born to die..."

You and your husband, Price, were members of the 141 task force. In-fact, your husband was the captain.

On this one mission, the two of you were undercover. Dancing at a lavish ball. You were on the dance floor. Your husband watching over you with a small smile on his lips, his eyes sparkling as you danced closer to the target. So flawless.

Little did the two of you know, this would be your last dance.