A warm sea breeze drifts lazily through the cabin, brushing against your face and rousing you.

You're curled up among a nest of pillows and blankets and you feel more refreshed than you ever have. You open your eyes and are greeted by sunlight glowing through the skylight.

Slowly, unhurriedly, you get up and head out of your room. As you pass the doorway, the Mediterranean sun catches on a figure out on the deck. Wesker's back is to you as he picks at a breakfast of fresh fruit and croissants.