The team had gone to a funeral of a soldier who no one could identify, until they gave him his identity back. Granger noticed when Hetty came home, that she was feeling more sad then usual.
'Nice flag. Reward for being the person in charge of the yeam that gave the soldier his identity back?' Granger asked.
'Yes. Very nice of them.' Hetty replied.
'And how are you doing?'
'Just relieved that it's over.'
Then she sat down with her tea and Granger sat down next to her.
'Talk to me, come on. Something's eating at you, and I want to help.' Granger said, kindly.
(sighs). 'The soldier that we helped died with no identity. No one knew him. And, it kind of had me thinking about how that could've happened to me. Would any one have found me? Would they (voice breaking) have recognized my body?' Hetty replied, shedding a couple of tears.
Brushing her tears away. 'There there. You're not there, you're here.'
'I know I shouldn't think about things like that, but it gets to me sometimes!'
'I can see why. But please remember, you're safe now. They're all dead.'
They eventually hugged for a bit.
'Nobody ever knowing if I was still alive and never finding out gives me bad shakes whenever I think of it.' Hetty said, trying not to cry again.
'Shh shh. No need to worry about that. There's so many ways to identify a body, I'm sure someone would have been able to identify you. But there's no need to worry about that now. You're home, safe, and you have a family who love you.' Granger soothingly said.
'Am I ever going to stop having these awful thoughts?!'
'I don't know. But thinking like that doesn't mean you're damaged goods.'
After a bit, Hetty calmed down.
'Thank you. You being here right now means more to me then you'll ever know.' She said.
'You're very welcome.' He replied.