When I die, and they lay me to rest..Gonna go to the place that's the best.

The sheer drapes that hung from the open glass sliding door nearby swayed gently in the chilled breeze that moved through the house, causing you to reach for the knitted wool laying folded atop the couches back while you clicked through channels on the TV, Old fitness commercials..news casts..weather reports..Speeches on the current state of war.

Never been a Sinner ..I never sinned, I got a friend in Jesus..

You were Adler's spouse, been married for years, well. Atleast you thought you were, you met by being on the same CIA unit, well. Thinking too hard about it gave you migraines, like your skull was pressing against your eyes. It almost made you want to scream, like somewhere deep down you could hear yourself sobbing, crying for help as you were latched down, injected time and time again, memories wiped and washed away, replaced with new ones.

So you know that when you die..He's gonna recommend you to the spirit in the sky..

You frowned as you settled on the speech, Does Adler know? Surely he knows..He's close with the president- Though. How come the team hadn't been told yet? "Some U.S intelligence analysis believe we are already in a state of war—Are Soviet Spies living among us?—52, American Citizens have been taken hostage— A cold war disaster could be—"

You frowned, finding your hand leaving the blanket, to instead clutch the small silver cross hung around your neck, a gift from Adler. Leaving you to get off the couch and find him in his Study.

When I die and they lay me to rest..