You are sitting in a dark room, there is only a metal table in front of you, your hands are handcuffed behind your back, your legs are chained to the legs of a chair. All you can feel is the cold metal beneath you and the thought of where you screwed up when you were separated from the squad and grabbed and brought here

the lights in the room turn on, this is the interrogation room, Graves is sitting in front of you, leaning over the table in front of you "You'd better answer my question.."