Hello friends. This is just a thought about the beginning of the 7x1 chapter that I was rewatching today. Remembering that I do not have the characters or the dialogues of the episode. Thank you for reading.

Steve entered the chapel of the Armed Forces hospital in Honolulu in a wheelchair. He didn't consider himself a religious man, but when you have a near-death experience things change a bit.

He stopped his wheelchair in front of the altar and remembered the day he was hit on the plane. "I'm going to die, Danny," he had said.

"No, you're not. Hang in there, it's going to be okay," he had heard Danny say before everything gets dark. Steve gave a little smile and ran his hand over his face and closed his eyes for a few moments. "He had had a new chance, but it might not have happened and he could be dead at that moment.

Steve was removed from his thoughts by the creaking of the wooden bench. He looked back and noticed a man sitting.

"Sorry, I thought I was alone," Steve told him.

"It's okay," the man answered.

"If you want, I can get out," Steve pointed towards the door.

"No, it's okay. Having company is always good."

"Okay," Steve answered and looked quickly at the altar, but the man wanted to talk.

"My wife is in the surgery room."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Steve answered.

"She beat cancer a few years ago, and put up with me for forty-five years, so she'll come out of it.

Steve smiled. "Of course."

"What happened to you?" The man wanted to prolong the conversation.

Steve hesitated a little before answering. "That... was an accident at work."

"If you don't mind answering, what do you do?"

"I'm... I'm a cop, Task Force 5-0," Steve answered.

"Hmm!" The man exclaimed.

"What?" Steve didn't understand his exclamation.

"I was a cop once, too, but it was a long time ago."

Steve was amazed at his answer. He always thought his professional life was incompatible with a long-lasting relationship. "Wait a minute. Excuse me, you were a cop and you've been married for forty-five years? What's your secret?"

"No secret. I just met the right woman."

"Ahh," Steve nodded.

"But what about you? Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," Steve answered and gave a discreet smile. He couldn't help but think about Catherine.

"Well, I'm sure you'll find the right woman somewhere."

Steve thought for a moment. "What if I've already met the right woman and haven't been able to hold her?"

"Then it wasn't the right woman."

Steve thought about all the years of living with Catherine, remembered Freddie telling him that Catherine was a woman to marry. "I'm not so sure about that." He ran his hand over his face again and sighed, "Sometimes it seems like this job of mine has taken everything good out of me. I've worn a badge for six years and I'm beginning to doubt if anything was worth it."

"Son, what we do can't be quantified. Your merits are measured by the cases you solve, the people you save and this is your legacy. And the best legacy a man can leave is the one whose lives he changed. Believe that."

Steve looked down while he thought. He had the legacy, he had saved many lives, he had done justice for many families, but he was not happy. He was feeling lonely. He felt that something needed to change. It would not be that day, not even on the next day, not even that year, but he knew that he needed to change...