I had a dream.

I was back on Earth in the recruitment center. Jones was there, his armour was on the floor next to him. I’d only seen him without his armour once.

Here.

He turned to me then walked to the door at the end of the Corridor. He opened it, a bright light illuminated him and I awoke.

I know why I had been dreaming about him, it’s because he had died, a thing unheard of in our regiment. The Facility took care of us in unlikely events, unknown situations. We were always kept safe. But Jones had died and that was that. The Facility were lost, they were panicked and worried. Paranoid. This never happened before, and it hadn’t happened since. They began an investigation and I was pulled into it.