It was 6:30 in the morning, on a foggy day in France. Amelie Lacroix woke up from a bad dream. She dreamed that her husband, Gérard Lacroix was shot on a battlefield. As she turned right on her king sized bed, she saw only a picture of the couple. "Why do I keep checking to see if he is there? He will not be back until at least 2 weeks…" She gets out of bed, trying to get that dream out of her head, but she can't. As she leaves the bedroom, the doors slide open for her. This makes her smile. She remembers being a poor child, living on the street with her single mom. Nostalgia fills her whole body, and she continues out the door. The living room was huge, and funded solely by Gerard, "He works to hard…*laughs*." She goes down to the kitchen and toasts some bread. Bread is her favorite food in the world, ever since she was a baby. She takes the bread out of the high tech toaster and hears a knock on the door. She takes a bite and starts casually walking to the door. Her house is gigantic, so it takes her a while. "Qui est à la porte ?" "Livraison spéciale pour une Mlle Amélie Lacroix! "Hmmm, I don't remember ordering anything. Nothing wrong with surprises I guess," she thought as she opened the door to find 2 men. There was no package. One man had duck tape and a black cloth, while the other was holding a tranquilizer gun and a modified huntsmen knife. Immediately recognizing the Talon symbol on the cloth and the gun, she pulls out her Honshu Aizu Fighter Knife out of her boot and stabs one of the men in the eye. He screams in agony, as he puts the cloth over his stabbed and now blind eye. The second man puts her in a chokehold, and uses the tranquillizer on her. It must be elephant dosage, because she sleeps like a baby almost immediately.