Abandoned military base in Syria.
'Anything on the radar today, Keane?' Hetty asked, sipping her tea.
'Nothing yet so far, think we could make some progress on that other thing today?' Keane replied.
'If it stays this quiet, then yes. I guess we could.' No sooner did she finish saying that then did the radar start picking something up.
'What's up?' She asked.
'Radar's picking up something big. Like a helicopter. Wait, I got some sound. Let me zoom in.' Then they picked up the audio.
'Mayday! Mayday! We're going down!'
'Got a distress call not far from here. I'll assemble the troops and get the gear and we'll head out. Hetty? You up for this?'
'Huh? Oh yes. It's just, I'm getting a suspicious feeling about this.' Hetty uneasily replied.
They drove out to the crash site. There were a few scattered bodies, and 1 struggling survivor.
Hetty examined the wreck. 'Looks like engine failure.' Then she examined the bodies, 2 were still breathing, then she got to the 3rd.
'Okay, let's see what we got.' Then she pulled his face wrappings away and saw who he was.
'Oh my God. Keane, get over here!'
Keane rushed over. 'What is it?'
'It's Mr. Callen! He needs help!' She cried out.
They immediately went into action. They got him on the first stretcher and onto the medical truck. Then they got the other survivors.
Back at the military base.
Hetty stood outside the medical ward, worried out of her mind.
'It'll be a while before we hear something, Hetty. The doc has quite a few patients.' Keane said.
'I know. But. I didn't think it'd go like this!' Hetty replied in despair. 'I knew he'd come looking for me, but I didn't think we'd reunite like this!'
'I feel for you. But, he's still alive because of you. Feel something for that.'
Hetty partially smiled.
When the doc came out, he said that while there was nothing broken, he was concerned about a concussion. Then Hetty went to go sit by him, like she always did when he was injured or ill.
'Oh Mr. Callen. (sighs). This is not how I pictured us reuniting.'