A case from the past comes back to haunt the squad--one that brings everyone back together again.

Alcohol. Sleeping pills. Cigarette burns. Wire coat hanger. Olivia's mouth felt dry. There was no need to say the name out loud. They were all thinking it. Lewis. Her voice broke. "That's impossible. He's dead."  

He was pronounced dead. And then he came back to life.

The words replayed themselves in her mind, and Olivia felt the panic start to grip her. The tears, desperate to escape, burned behind her eyelids. Her breath began to quicken again. "There has to be some other explanation." Her words were raspy when spoken. She could feel herself fighting...fighting for a clarity that had disappeared the moment that she had received that fateful call that Vanessa Mayer's body had been found.