Derek stood outside the hospital, letting the rain wash over him before another long day as Chief. "Dad.. I wonder if I'd have come to Seattle if you were still alive to guide me. I've done my best, and I hope you're proud," a bit of lightening in the fog breaks Dereks concentration, but he looks to the sky and continues to speak. "If I could just feel close to you again, I could stop reliving Gary Clark shooting me in the chest. It was the closest I've felt to you in years. I almost want to relive it. I almost wish.." a loud crack of thunder cuts off his words in their tracks. "I almost wish.." he tried again, but again the thunder cracked above him. He looked to the sky, clenched his fists and shouted up at the clouds. "I wish he had taken my life so I could be with you!" The thunder covered his words, but he didn't care, he'd said it out loud. He was about to turn around and go into the hospital when a bolt of lightening came down and struck the car in front of him. He jumped back, afraid of the sparks and deafening sound. He struggled to regain his eyesight as the world around him returned back to Seattles gloomy gray. He checked over his body for damage but found none. With one last angry look to the sky, he took off toward the hospital, the sound of someones car alarm blaring behind him.