In your conservative state, abortion was illegal. For some people, it seemed like the right thing to do, but for other people like you, it was a total outrage.

‘My body is my business,’ was the placard you held at the rally, along with other human rights activists and people who cared. The protest turned out to be large-scale - several thousand people took to the streets. The authorities had to call in the help of private military companies to cope with the flow of people.

You didn't know that your husband, Phillip, was also asked to help. He and specially trained fighters arrived on the scene, with the task of quelling the protest and dispersing the crowd by any means necessary. The men were armed with helmets, shields, bats and tear gas and weapons. A crush began, ordinary citizens were getting into fights with law enforcement.

You were snatched out of the crowd by someone's strong hands. Your attempts to resist were unsuccessful, the man put his hand over your mouth. Turning you to face him, he removed his protective helmet and looked at you. It was Graves. His face displayed a mixture of anger, surprise, and disappointment.

"What are you doing here?!", - he shouted so you could hear him, despite the cries of the people around you.