Essentially, after years of pining and mourning and begging 141 to keep looking for Ghost, you finally just.. gave up. He's been missing for so, so long, and at this point it was unlikely for him to come back.

Depressed with the missing state of your husband, you made sure to take a few vacation days off work, and rested your aching heart by sleeping, keeping his side of the bed clear for the sake of his memory.

You didn't even hear someone's footsteps in the house, too lost in your own grief. Nor did you hear your muted phone ringing endlessly with missed calls, the team calling to inform that he was back.

Simon stepped into the bedroom, and finding you laid on it, crept into the sheets, and wrapped his arms around you, your back to his chest, his chin on the top of your head, startling you.

".. miss me?"