Through the smoke of the fire, the rubble was piled onto of each other, covered in ash and burnt to a crisp. The sun glinted through the debris and reflected off of a smooth shiny surface, reflecting the golden rays of the sun outward to the rocks of the cliffs across the area.

He pushed up, to move the debris away from his sore body. His armor had taken a lot of damage, being burned and torn. He was bleeding in quite a few places and he couldn't quite remember his name. He looked down at his armor.

He assumed he was some sort of soldier… but he didn't know why he had survived the explosion… He looked around and saw some figures staring out towards the ground he was in. He thought he knew them and stumbled up to raise his hands, hoping he could signal them over.

Three of the four figures turned around, but one of them looked at him. He did know him, but he couldn't quite pin point from where… though a name did whisper in his brain, David. Was it the figure's name or was it his? In his heart it didn't feel right…but then something gnawed at his brain again, Wash. These things that floated in his mind didn't help him when pain was stabbing him everywhere.

He slowly moved himself to walk, he wanted to scream and cry, but he couldn't. Every time he tried to make a sound, a scream or a whisper, it would come out as a growl. He held his tongue and continued to walk away from the rubble despite all the agony it was causing him.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally made it to a small base. People were moving things to and off of a ship, they didn't shout, but they were talking loudly enough to each other, that he could hear the conversation.

"Can't believe she came back," a soldier spoke handing a crate to a friend.

"Yeah a real ghost, and her AI," he wanted to hear more of the conversation, but his body finally gave out on him and he fell down, darkness suddenly crowded him.

…

When he awoke, he lay in a small medical bed; he was completely covered in bandages and medical wires. Everything still hurt, but not exactly the same as before. He felt a little stronger and well rested, though a part of him nagged to fall back into a deep and long sleep.

"Nice to see your awake, do you have a name?" A woman walked in from the door in the room and looked to him. She was pretty and had light blonde hair with clear blue eyes. He tried to speak, but only more growls came out. Frustrated by the inability to speak, he held his tongue. "So I see," she pressed a button on her small earpiece. "Yes, I want the Spartan up here," she began to talk to someone on the other side of it, "I don't care what she's doing! Tell her that's an order! Good day," she hung up and slowly walked out of the room, leaving the newly awoken patient alone.

Finally a person in dark armor with light blue on the legs and arms, walked in. Her helmet was on, but he couldn't shake the feeling he knew her. On her arm there was wolf paw surrounded by a larger half circle.

"I see they found you," she told him and something inside of him started to place the pieces together.

"Who are you?" He growled and she gave him a faint laugh, he looked at her, did she understand him? So many things were pulling at his brains. He knew her and she knew him. But what was her name? God, what was her name? He couldn't come with it, until she responded.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Maine."

"Rocky,"

And then it all flew back to him.

Thank you guys for all of your hard reading! Yes there is a poll to vote on what is next for this small little story, so go check that out on my profile page! This chapter wasn't originally supposed to be in this story, but I love you guys so much (not like that, more like distant relatives that you care for but rarely see) that I decided that this wasn't right to leave Maine's fate up in the air. Yes, Carolina and the Director are both dead, but they died content (Well one of them anyway!) After this I'm going to get started with my other stories and continue my career as a writer. I wish you all the best of luck in your lives! Kee'lah Se'lai, finally and forever on this story,

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