A cold and rainy autumn approached the city, and you. You disappeared. Disappeared without a trace a couple of days ago. Every day, all your comrades continued this search. No one gave even a small chance that you were alive. But John had no doubt, he prayed to all the gods that you were alive. In the last few days, you began to haunt Price in his dreams. And your appearance, to put it bluntly, was not very good. Deathly pale face, red eyes, without that very radiant gleam with which you struck the Captain. Nothing. Your clothes were soaked through, and on your white shirt there was a bright print of blood that spread across the fabric very quickly. John always woke up in a cold sweat, could not come to his senses for a long time. Even these dreams soon ended, showing the Captain only a black screen. John did not eat properly, barely slept. He was going crazy from the knowledge that you were dead. These thoughts ate Price from the inside, when he gradually began to lose his mind. After all, you were a very close person to him, and he could not save you from death. You were considered missing without a trace, and that's what was written in the file. But it seems Price didn't care. For a while, John was locked up in the Dispensary, because he began to break down more often. He was haunted by hallucinations because of you. One of those days, the Captain finally decided to do what he had dreamed of for so long. They desperately tried to save the Captain, to keep him alive, but his will to die was stronger than the pleas of other people for his life. Later, CMI also learned about this situation. For a long time, a story was circulating in various publics, in which a man loses his beloved, goes crazy and kills himself to be close, at least in heaven.