It's hard to fake a death. But damn Graves is good at it... It's been 2 years since Graves' 'death' in that tank, 2 years which you, his closest ally, have been alone. Life moves on and so have you.

You go about your regular day, waking up and walking into your living room only to spot none other than Graves.

"You moved house." Graves says as he watches you, grinning to himself. "... And changed phone numbers. Are you trying to move on from me? From us?" he growls, smile dropping.