Your speech hangs heavy in the silent room. An empty coffin behind you, donned with flowers and surrounded by photographs of Simon.

Tears upon your cheeks as the doors to the room open, Price making his way inside.

"Wait!" A figure entering the room behind him.

Simon.

"I couldn't miss my own funeral, could I?"

He'd been found alive hours ago by a rescue team, who'd been unable to contact anyone from the 141. Bringing him here, instead, to deliver the news.