Author's note: I wrote this fic while listening to Coldplay's 42, that's where the title comes from too. Just a tiny ficlet, or drabble, or whatever word suits it. Placed in season 1.
"Those who are dead
are not dead
They're just living in my head"
He suddenly woke from his dream, or rather from his nightmare.
For some reason he was never able to forget a face of any of the victim's they weren't able to save. These faces then came to him in his nightmares, where he was chased through some sort of labyrinth, his pursuer having the face of a victim.
The labyrinth seemed never-ending, but then the dream ended, and Gideon laid staring into the darkness.