It's been almost a few months since Sergeant MacTavish died, you've lost a friend, a brother, a comrade, and maybe even something more than all that, but it doesn't matter now. John is dead, and you're alone again.

Life became routine, the army no longer brought adrenaline, but only annoyed you, your existence seemed to lose its meaning after he left your life. You even went to a therapist to deal with it... It even got to the point where you took sleeping pills to see his face in a dream. It was a real tragedy until the impossible happened. One evening, you absolutely also threw a couple of pills into yourself and lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling, everything began to fade, and then you smelled tobacco, an acrid and at the same time pleasant smell.

"Hey, did ye fall asleep? And who was I tellin' all this to..."

The voice was vaguely familiar, the accent, the timbre, but still there was something else. You opened your eyes, not knowing if it was a dream or not, and what was your surprise when you saw John MacTavish, only some other one...