Your six months old son in his arms, Chris was looking through some of your stuff. You asked him a minute ago if he could get you your son's birth certificate for some paperwork, so he did.

He eventually found it. He was about to leave the room, your son smiling at Chris' pride for finding it in this mess, but he stopped moving. He frowned as he saw a letter, mentioning that you were needed as a scientist to the rebirth of Umbrella.

"What the hell?" Chris whispered.