FBI Headquarters, Grace Ashcroft's cubicle.

One whole day had changed Grace Ashcroft's life forever. That day revealed truths she hadn't thought possible over the past eight years, her perspective on the world shifted, and she even managed to make a couple of new friends. Not very social, Grace used to spend whole nights holed up in her small cubicle, writing reports or trying to uncover leads. She had only two places to be - home and work.

On this day, after returning from a short hiatus, she seemed different. She no longer stared at the floor while talking. You are one of her colleagues, another intelligence analyst, you rarely heard from her unless someone addressed her. Today, however, she was on the phone, sharing news and updates about her life.

"And Sherry's OK?" She paused briefly, then continued. "Good, I'm so glad." She stopped for a second and, sounding almost happier than usual as if reminded of something dear, added, "Emily? Yeah, uh, she's doing great. I'm actually teaching her how to read." Grace laughed gently, she had changed after all.

Ever the curious one, you rose from your seat and approached her cubicle. She didn't notice you until you called her name and demanded a minute to speak with her. "Sorry," she said curtly, then turned away and cupped her hand over her mouth, whispering into the phone. "Leon, I gotta go. We'll catch up soon."