Jason Rigg sat at home on that day. His wife was in the next room, her name was Angela. She was making lunch for both of them. Jason sat at the dining room table, quietly. Him and Angela had a good relationship together, they had been married for 10 years. Jason was 42, and Angela was 45. They had their son when both of them were just out of high school, but Angela had never wanted to get married until she was 35 and he was 32. Even at 45, he could notice she was getting older. Small dimples appeared on her face, and her skin was frailer. He didn't care though, because she was the love of his life, and the only one.

Angela- "You ready?"

Jason- "Yeah, I'm ready."

She came in with two plates, full of spaghetti and meatballs. Jason hated both of those, secretly, but he didn't want to tell Angela. Angela was a great cooker, and it was something she was proud of. She sat down across from him, and they started to eat. The dining room was very fancy, and had cost a fortune. Jason got it while he worked jobs for the FBI by making big busts. Jason bit down into the food.

Jason- "Great, like always Angie."

Angela- "No need to thank me Jason, thank the food counter at stop and shop and all there terrible foods."

She laughed. Jason giggled. The joke was awful, but it was that sweetness about her that he appreciated.

Jason- "Remember that time, that you me and Daniel were on my fishing boat?"

Angela- "Which? You dragged us out on that bloody thing every weekend."

Jason laughed like a little girl.

Jason- "No, the time where we thought the boat was going to explode because we found an oil leak in it, back when you were just finished getting your degree in collage."

She smiled, and then turned away, not saying a word.

Angela- "I'll be right back."

She walked away from the table with her hands on her eyes. Jason sighed.

Jason- "Ah shit."

He got up from the table, not bothering to push his chair in.

Jason- "Angela, wait."

He found her lying on the floor in the bathroom, tears sobbing down her eyes. Jason had learned to deal with the pain of losing there only son easily, he was an FBI agent so he had seen many people go right in front of his eyes, but Angela hadn't. At least once a month he would find her crying hysterically somewhere, even in public sometimes. He wondered if he was doing a bad job Jason grabbed her, and held her tight.

Jason- "Come here, come here."

Angela- "I miss him so much Jason.

She was choking on her own words as she grabbed Jason's shirt. He let a tear drop down from his eye also, to his surprise. Angela was making him remember all the pain and suffering his son must have went through, and how he had told Daniel to join the police force. Jason felt his phone vibrating, but ignored it for the moment. He just wanted to lie there with her, the only thing that mattered to him in the world he knew.

He didn't know the phone call he didn't pick up would be the one to change his life.

(Writers note: These first four chapters are just to introduce our few characters, Hoffman will be in the next chapter. And this is a pretty long term fanfiction, I mapped it out so that a 25-30 chapter fanfiction may be possible. Oh, and you haven't seen the last of Bobby Dagen or the survivor group...)