If there was ever a time for your lieutenant to make an entrance into your room it would have been now. It was now.

Now that you were standing on a chair with a rope around your neck. Getting ready to kick the chair out from under yourself.

You had been ready, so, so ready. And maybe you were too ready because you'd sent the text half an hour ago to him. Texted a generic text saying goodbye, don't blame yourself, etc,.

"Get off the chair." He said sternly.