I finally found that missing piece. This is the complete puzzle. The Island.

25 Years Later

The surge sent excruciating pain throughout her body. She felt like skin was being pulled apart from her body, even through her armor. She held back the urge to scream and cry from the pain of her traveled. One final bright light blinded her and explosive sound rang in her ear and she crashed into solid concrete. When she regained consciousness she found herself in an all to familiar setting. Blue Base. Desks and tables worn out, chairs scattered around, all still dirty. Like it was before she left. Ever since recent attacks, most of the crew remained in the caves or in the underground complex.

Emma looked all around the base for any signs but there weren't any. Everything was more or less exactly the same as it was when she left. She heard rapid footsteps approaching from the door way. She ran to it immediately for a sign of hope. When she arrived she came face with her old childhood friend, J.D. Twenty-four years old and sporting her Intruder armor, helmet clipped to her side.

"J.D.!" Emma remarked.

J.D. stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her in a tight hug. She had feared for the worst. She was gone for days. She wanted to tell her how much she missed her and how worried she was about her being gone. Emma already knew how worried she was. Finally after a minute Emma forced herself out of her iron hold.

"J.D. please tell me! Is... is my mom..." Emma started off with tears beginning to build in her eyes. "Is my dad?"

J.D. didn't give any kind of response. Just stared into her eyes with sadness. Emma's tears began to escape. She pushed her aside and ran to a Warthog, practically pushing Texas out of her way.

"EMMA!" Texas cried out but Emma was already at the vehicle. "EMMA WAIT!"

Emma leapt into the Warthog and revved up the engine, just as her uncle Michigan slammed his hands onto the hood, demanding to stop. "M, think this through. It'll only be worse."

Emma didn't stop to listen. She slammed her foot on the pedal and sped off out of the canyon. Michigan returned to J.D. Texas turned back to see the distraught J.D. watching in pain as Emma vanished through the tunnel leading outside the canyon.

"J.D. you were supposed to stop her." she said. J.D. broke into tears, knowing that she failed to keep her closest friend from running off. She hugged her father and cried from her failure. Michigan held her closely, comforting her and letting her pain stream by.

"Its okay. Its not your fault you did what you could." He comforted her.

Texas didn't say anymore. She leapt onto another Mongoose and sped off. She knew exactly where Emma was going.

Emma drove for miles and miles more until she finally made it to the dreaded Island. A place she swore to never visit again. She had to make sure. She slammed the breaks and the tires skirted until she came to a screeching halt. She leapt out of the vehicle and ran up the steps, past the entry, and bolted past the hundreds of fresh/dead/dying flowers, pictures and dog tags of the many fallen comrades. A Memorial.

She past all the memories of the fallen comrades until she finally arrived at the small chapel like room where she hoped where her parents were waiting. She found them. Their scorched and broken helmets found in the wreckage and their dog tags hanging from the makeshift cross. Just as it were. Nearly three years ago.

She collapsed to her knees and began to cry. It didn't work. Nothing she did worked, and nothing she would do to bring them back would ever work. She wailed out in agony, screaming with her face to the floor from her failure. They were still dead. Still gone. She started slamming her fist to the floor as she screamed. She stood up and started punching the walls. She punched and slammed the walls until they cracked and her bones broke. And she kept on punching. She could feel the blood inside her gloves.

Texas finally arrived just in time to the frightening sight. She ran at her and grabbed her to keep her from hurting herself anymore. She grabbed her arms to keep her steady, but Emma tried to fight back. She swung around trying to get her to stop and let go. She started screaming, "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"

Texas finally managed to hold her still and wrapped her arms around her, holding her close. Emma finally surrendered in her aunties hold and cried into her breastplate. Texas held her closely, seeing the little memorial of her fallen friends, her family, she began to sob. She wanted to cry. But she stayed strong and held the tears back, for Emma's sake.

"It didn't work!" Emma finally managed to squeeze out from from her crying. "It didn't work! Damn it, it didn't f**king work! Nothing ever F**KING WORKED!"

Texas held on to her tighter as she cried louder, screaming into her, wailing into her chest. "Don't talk like that baby girl. You know your mom wouldn't like it." She said on the verge of breaking into tears.

"I know, auntie Texas. I just, I miss them so much!" She said and continued to cry.

Texas eyes watered and she too began to cry. "I know baby girl. I miss them too."

Emma, sobbed, wailed, and cried for weeks and weeks on end since the day her parents died three years ago. She dreamed that someday she would see her parents again alive and well. She dreamed that they could all return home safely together as a family. She knew deep in her shattered heart that they were gone. Forever and ever.