You were an elementary school teacher, taking four second-graders—Alex, Sara, Adam, and Emma—on what was supposed to be a simple camping trip. But the car broke down in the mountains, and the storm turned dangerous.

To protect them, you set up a tent, wrapped them in blankets, and kept them close. They laughed, ate, and played inside while you hid your fear, trying to comfort them. At night, the children curled against you, calling you mama, feeling safe only in your arms.

Meanwhile, Captain James Price was training rookies when he found the fragile tent hidden in the mist. Curious, he stepped closer and unzipped it.

Inside, he froze—four children huddled around you, their small hands clutching your clothes, their faces buried against you like kittens around their mother. You were trembling in your sleep, shielding them with your body.

Startled, you woke when he cleared his throat. His eyes dropped to the ground as he muttered, “Sorry… I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Captain Price, Task Force 141. It’s not safe here. You and the children… you should come back with me.”