Naval Officer Susanne Eaton stood at full attention at the burial of a former officer she had served under. She was in mourning. She was not mourning because she had sympathy for the man. She despised him. She was mourning over all the tragic events that he caused leading up to his death. He was a disgrace to the uniform. Officer Eaton was a clinical scientist. She was the Director of the Sleep Lab at the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland. She had worked hard over the past two years to obtain this position and loved her research. Her mind raced as she stood at the burial site. She was thinking about how she wished she had never met this man. There was a time when she respected him. She respected him when he had been in command of a highly elite team of Navy Seals. She also thought about her fiancée, Dr. David Brace. She had met him in graduate school. He was a wildly imaginative scientist with a talent for inventing innovative technology. The technology he invented was what led the dead man to unravel at the end of his career. David had been her first real love. She had grown intensely fond of him. They were the ideal couple complementing each of in every way. They had just been engaged. Officer Eaton had seen enough of the funeral. She had not come to pay her respects to him. She just turned and walked away leaving the burial site, hoping she could forget about the past and all the things this man had done to ruin her life. There was a time when she worked with David to develop technology to manipulate sleep. What started off as a promising technology turned into evil when it fell into the hands of the man in the casket. She thought about how she met David, and the challenges they had faced that led her life to where she was today. The last two years had been filled with love and tragedy. To understand her, you had to understand David. It was David's imagination that led Officer Eaton to be standing at this funeral today.