The sun was low in the sky as Sam, Annie and Gene raced across the grassy wasteland, Annie laughed as the wind blew her hair across her face and Sam, reached out and took her hand, running away from all what had happened and Gene, slightly out of breath saw them looking so joyful. He could tell they thought they were out of it, but he knew better, the people that took them were professionals.
Sam felt the ground flying past his feet and squeezed Annie's hand; they slowed as they reached a wood. Sam flopped to the ground and pulled Annie with him, till they were lying side by side on the grass, breathless with laughter.
Gene felt a sadness tugging at his chest as he saw his DI so happy and felt that gut feeling telling him they still had a long way to go,
He nearly spoke but he saw, a figure in the woods, with what looked like a gun. He saw Annie and Sam smiling and laughing and knew what he had to do, he broke into a jog, then a run the trees threw a cool shade over him and he pulled the gun off his hip and aimed it at the person, he pulled the trigger…too late and he felt the pain spread across his chest, but smiled knowing he had saved those that mattered to him.