She screamed, dropping the envelope and took a step back. Dangerously close to the edge of the clock hand. 
  The man took a step closer to her and pulled a revolver out of his pocket. 
  “You won’t get away with this,” she said defiantly and stuck out her chin. 
  He man didn’t answer he just stared at her with a certain fondness which was very strange. 
  Big Ben moved underneath then. Another minute gone by until her dear husband would be killed. She had to get back. 
  “Please let me go. I have to save my husband.”
  Again the man didn’t respond, but took another step closer and she instinctively took another step back.
  “Let me leave. I beg of you.”
  Again no answer.
  “What do you want with me?”
  This time she got an answer...
  It was bullet to the head.

  I slid behind an empty crate as enemy fire flew behind me. The large metallic creatures pounding all around me. I took a breath and then another. Hoping, praying I wasn’t spotted because, being seen means death. Resistance means death. Hope means death. In my world just walking out of your house means death. 
  They’re everywhere. There’s no hope of escape, not that there would be anywhere to escape to. 
  We have people everywhere fighting against the enemy. Its not like it helps anything, they just keep coming. The only reason we fight is because, it’s our only option. It’s how we’ve found meaning in our lives. With death. Death. Death. Death. It’s everywhere. It surrounds me. It’s all I see when I’m awake and it’s all I can see when I’m asleep. And even when I get moment of peace. The creatures come back. 

 Rigor Mortis has already set in but she managed to pry the piece of paper out of the victim’s cold, lifeless hand. 

   She didn’t know the whole story, she didn’t even know him. All she knew was that he was a friend and he was on her side. She wished she could remember him, and all the time she supposedly spent with him. She wished she could remember anything. 
  She looked down at the note, anticipating what it would say. Isaac told her that everything she needed to know was there, that it would make her remember. She didn’t know if that was true, but for some strange reason she trusted Isaac. 
  So she took a long deep breath and quickly opened the note. All it said were three simple words.  
  They need you. 
  With that all the memories started floating back.