The next morning, John sat in the passenger seat of the car as Fred drove them to her parents' farm. He watched the landscape go by - this was where his wife had grown up. And this was where she had suffered the greatest loss in her life. So when she mentioned just getting this over with once they pulled up outside the farmhouse, he nodded in understanding.
Inside the house, he went to the cabinet Fred indicated. The door creaked open, and he ducked down inside, sneezing at the dust that tickled his nose. It was obvious that no one had been in here in a long time. Reaching around he found a light cord and pulled it, causing some spiders to got scurrying and making him jump.
"Ugh. Get a grip, John. You've dealt with worse," he chastised himself.
He started looking through the boxes, not having any luck until he noticed a loose board under one. Moving it aside, he slide the board over and found a bag underneath. Inside the bag was the relic - it started glowing inside the thin fabric as he pulled it out. He backed out of the cabinet and closed the door, brushing a few cobwebs off him.
"Fred, I found it," he called out, heading into the living room with the bag in hand. He gave it to her, and then the two of them headed out of the house and back to Lackland, so they could take the plane to Nellis Air Force Base outside Las Vegas.