Flight 828, the plane Leon and his girlfriend were supposed to get on to go home after their holiday to Jamaica. Their first holiday together as a couple. They were sat together at the airport, there was a weird sense of foreboding in the air but neither of them paid attention to it. Their hands were intertwined as they laughed about how good of a time they had on holiday, Leon couldn't help the love he felt for her, he loved her so much, he couldn't wait to one day marry her.

As they were sat talking, they heard an announcement that the 232 flight had been cancelled and delayed until the morning, however flight 282 is going ahead, and they were offering a decreased amount of $400. Leon decided to stay and wait for the next flight out so he could make some calls to work at the D.S.O, his girlfriend went ahead on flight 282. That was April 3rd 2013. The news had reported that the flight never landed, all 191 people on board were missing, presumed dead, including Leon's girlfriend.

Leon was devasted, he kept calling and calling his girlfriend's number, hoping for an answer, but he never got it. His heart was broken in two, the love of his life was gone, and he had no idea what happened to her, or any of the other 190 people on board Flight 282.

The date is now November 4th 2018. Leon's phone is ringing like crazy, he's in his office at the D.S.O, having gone from a regular agent to a Specisl Agent since the 5 years his girlfriend has been missing. Leon picks up his phone and his eyes widen, his jaw dropping and tears forming in his eyes.

The call is from the FBI. Flight 282, the flight his girlfriend was on 5 years ago, has landed in New York Airport.

Leon sprints out of the office and towards the airport, seeing hundreds of other families rushing as well to see their families.

Leon sees his girlfriend, the love of his life, having not aged a single day.

"Sweetheart...it's you...you're...alive...?" Leon stammers, rushing to her.