The funeral had been fittingly solemn. Respects were made but no tears shed. Stoic and strong was the order of the day. The recriminations were still being felt, by everyone but especially by Theresa Lisbon. Why? Because her consultant just won't let it go.

"Where was your care and attention? I trusted you and you let me down."

Lisbon shrugs

"I'm going to see Bertram. I don't think I can trust you with my safety anymore."

"It's your fault."

Jane points to himself,

"My fault?"

"If you'd cracked the case sooner I'd have been back in time to water it."

a/n thought it was time for something a little lighter despite the gloomy title.