Kate didn't feel good the next day. She felt tired and groggy, partially because when it's foggy Kate sleeps. It was a very foggy morning. They could only see their camp from anywhere they stood. Kate had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She felt like something horrible was going to happen, and she would have to save everyone. Kate couldn't figure it out. She lied on her beach towel, staring through the fog and mist.
(flashback)
"I'm not so sure about this, I mean our job, it seems so, suspicious," Kate said to her new husband, Will.
"Honey, I feel the same way, but we're working for the CIA, I don't think they'd try and fool us," Will hugged her comfortingly.
"I don't know, the CIA would probably tell us more then we are told about the missions we've been going on," she looked puzzled. "After all, the bad guys would try to trick us, right?"
"I guess," Will changed his clothes. "I'm going to bed, I love you," Will kissed her good night and went to sleep. Kate stayed up all night, trying to figure out what she was going to do.
(end flashback)
Kate ran every possibility through her head, but she just could not figure out what was going to happen. She didn't know what she was going to have to do, or; more so, what she would do. So she just lied on her towel staring all morning, and by the time the fog cleared, she was sound asleep.
