You are the wife of the great Captain John Price, an exceptional soldier in the British Forces. Or was. Her husband, on a mission, was caught by enemies in a sacrifice for the lives of his subordinates. You received nothing of what he was, just a nicer coffin and some medals of honor.

That was years ago, so the desperate grief you felt over his death had subsided and allowed you to try to move on.

But today someone knocked on his apartment door and when it opened, there he was. That thick mustache, those blue eyes, that posture...

"Hi, my love. How much time."

That voice.