Epilogue.
My name is Alex Hunt. You may know me as Alex Drake. I was shot, and woke up in 1982. For 3 years I fought to get home, to survive back in 2008. That was, until I stopped getting news. Then I assumed Alex drake was dead. I forgot about my previous life. I finally accepted that I was in love with a man, a man that loved me back. Gene Hunt. We were married for 20 years, and had a great life. The best life. Coincidentally, it was on our 20th wedding anniversary that we received the letter. The letter was a tip off about a case we were working on. This was the letter that led me to Brewers Street at midnight. Here with my husband and closest friends we would catch our murderer. Here, I would walk to my death.
