In this episode, I didn't think there was very much worth putting in here, so this is almost all scenes I made up. I can't wait for the better episodes at the end of the series. That's all I can say.

"It was like Dawn of the Dead!"

Calleigh was talking to a golfer who was in the crime scene. He found the body.

"It was a flash mob. They turn up at a prearranged time, do something weird and leave. Usually pretty harmless."

The others arrive.

Horatio stood there doing "his pose".

It's funny, watching him from the other side, he does that pose a lot.

From here, I notice many thinks I never saw before.

And the sunglasses thing.

He does that a lot too.

"Was this mob sent to draw us to the scene, or destroy it?"

He also has these "lines".

He always has the last word.

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"How do you know so much about flash mobs, Cal?"

"You don't want to know." She said, grinning.

I'm glad Eric asked her that, because I am curious.

Up comes a flash mob, and she knows so much…

You'd almost think she used to be involved…

"Why would I ask, if I didn't want to know?" Eric was teasing her and she was getting annoyed with him.

"I just read stuff, OK?"

Eric looked sceptical; eyebrows arched and a small smirk playing around his lips.

He was desperate for Calleigh to admit to being involved in the past.

I could just see Calleigh in a flash mob.

She probably organised them!

Knowing her.

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Alexx was reporting her findings to Horatio after an autopsy.

"Someone doped this drink. That makes it homicide."

Horatio nodded and headed out of the morgue.

Alexx was alone again, in her domain.

But she wasn't.

I was there.

She didn't know it.

I desperately wish that she can hear me.

I have not tried talking to her yet.

I tried with the others.

Calleigh, Eric, Horatio, even Ryan. Just some way to contact them again.

Just, not Alexx.

She is my last chance.

She felt me before, so I think she may be able to hear me.

"Alexx," I call. "Can you hear me?"

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Calleigh sat on a bench in the Miami midday sun, next to a boy called Justin Gillespie.

"The greatest off all the lost arts is honesty."

"I didn't think anyone would bother checking where the quote came from."

"Mark Twain?"

She told him a story from her childhood and he opens up to her a bit.

It turns out they are not that different.

They both have defence lawyers for fathers and both seem very involved in flash mobs.

"I asked my father if he thought he was innocent and he told me "It is my job to defend him." I never understood what he meant until now."

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"Timmy?"

Alexx's voice was quiet and she sounded scared. I saw that she was leaning against the freezers, glancing around.

I wasn't sure if she could hear me, or see me, or just sense that I was there.

"Can you hear me Alexx?"

"Yes. What…?"

"I don't know."

We were both speechless.

"I don't get it."

"Neither do I."

It didn't matter though. I had got through to someone.

I put my hand on her shoulder and felt her shiver. I actually felt it. That had to count for something.

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