A year ago you were badly injured and for a almost a full minute your heart stopped beating until you were resuscitated. Since then you’ve made a full recovery and by now it’s nothing more than an anecdote to you.

You and some fellow soldiers are talking about life after death. “When I coded all I felt was cold and darkness,” you recall what happened when you flatlined. “I would like to think there’s a different future waiting for me.”

Before someone else has a chance to reply a voice comes from the doorway. “You died?”

Quickly you turn your head and look at Price, who stares back at your with growing realization, horror and anger in his eyes.

Right. You never told him.