William knew something was wrong when he saw his wife enter the station house. She still had a bloody instrument in her hand and a scared look on her face.

"Julia, what's going on?" he asked, meeting her by the door of his office.

"He … he walked out of the morgue." she said.

"Who walked out?"

"The dead man."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, completely confused as he led her to a chair and took the instrument she was still holding.

"I was undressing him. The man you brought in this morning, the one you went to the hanging. He was here on the slab, I was undressing him. I saw he had something coming out of his neck so I took it out and he … woke up and walked out." Julia explained, still in a sort of trance.

"Cecil Fox?"

"Yes."

"And he walked out of the morgue … alive?" William asked, making sure he had understood.

"I know how it sounds William! I'm not stupid! And it is what happened!" Julia almost yelled, getting angry.

"I believe you Julia, I just … I guess I have trouble understanding everything." William admitted.

"Well, you're not the one who thought you had gone crazy for a minute." she replied coldly.

"We should go to the morgue. I'll go get George and the Inspector." William said, kissing her quickly on the forehead before leaving his office.

A few minutes later, the small group walked to the morgue. William could feel Julia more and more tensed as they appraoched. He took her hand in his and squeezed it. She smiled at him, feeling some of the tension get off. Once they entered the morgue William and George examined everything they could find while the Inspector went over what had happened once more. When everything was as clear as it could get, George and the Inspector left. William joined his wife in her office.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked, sitting on the desk in front of her.

"I am, thank you. And I'm sorry for yelling at you in your office. I was not ..."

"Don't worry about that. You had had a great shock, it's normal to be on edge after such an event."

"I was so scared William. I never thought something like that would happen."

"You couldn't have known Julia." William said, getting up and pulling Julia into his arms. "And it's never going to happen again."

"How can you know?" she asked, burrying her face in his neck.

"I just know." he answered, pulling her closer against his chest when he felt her shiver. "Come on, let's go home." he suggested, kissing her.

"Already? It's rather early. Don't you have any work to do?"

"Work can wait Julia. I want to take care of you. You say you're feeling better but clearly you are not yourself so I am taking you home, I am preparing you something to eat and make sure that you have a nice evening."

"I always have a nice evening with you." Julia said, kissing him one last time before leaving his arms to get her hat and coat.

They had been home for a couple of hours. William was in the kitchen preparing dinner, Julia was in the bedroom. Now that she was home, she felt all the tension leave her body and she realized that she was really tired. She had changed into more comfortable clothes and was on the bed, reading a book. She did not feel sleep come over her. In the kitchen, William was putting the finishing touches to their food when her heard her yell. He left everything and ran up the stairs. When he barged into the bedroom he found Julia still asleep, trashing on the bed, calling for him.

"Julia, wake up!" he said, shaking her softly. "I'm here Julia, it's alright. Wake up."

When she opened her eyes, he could see fear in them and his heart broke for her. He lied down next to her and took her in his arms.

"He woke up again but this time he attacked you. And you ended up on the slab but you didn't wake up. I was so scared." she cried on his chest.

"I'm right here, don't worry. I'm right here." he repeated, carressing her hair softly to calm her down.

They stayed a few minutes like that, in each other's arms, in silence.

"Are you hungry?" William asked.

"Yes. But I don't want to move." Julia said, smiling up at him.

"Well, that will be a problem because everything is ready but downstairs." William laughed.

"Well, since you made the effort to cook, I can make the effort to walk downtairs." Julia said, kissing him.

They got up and walked down the stairs. William served the food and they ate, Julia getting over her bad dream. They spent the evening quietly, reading, talking, enjoying each other. When they were getting ready to go to bed, William could tell that Julia was postponing the moment to actually get into bed with everything she could: picking her outfit for the next day, taking some jewelry out to go with it, undoing her hair, doing it again only to undo it a few minutes later. William was already in bed, watching her. He found her eyes in the mirror of the dresser and saw it.

"Julia, come here." he said, opening the blankets on her side of the bed. "What is on your mind?"

She sighed, putting her hairbrush down on the dresser and joining her husband in their bed.

"It's something I have been thinking about for some time now. I guess what happened today just brought it back up." she said, cuddling into William's side.

"And what is that?" William asked.

"You are not really going to like it." Julia warned him.

"Alright now you have me worried." William said, looking down at the face.

"It's just that … I have been thinking about leaving the morgue lately." she whispered

"Oh."

"I knew you wouldn't like it." Julia sighed as she rolled away from him.

"No Julia it's just … why are you thinking about leaving?" he asked.

"I … being surrounded by death all the time, it's sort of hanging over me all the time. I feel like it's bringing me down sometimes. That I could do so much more by treating the living who are suffering. I know what you are going to say, that what I do is important and I know that but ..."

"You don't have to justify your choice Julia. If you want to change your job because you're not happy at the morgue anymore, you should change. All I want is for you to be happy, Julia. If what makes you happy is working somewhere else, so be it."

"Really?"

"Really. As long as you don't want to leave me, I'm happy." he said, kissing her deeply. "Change your job, stop working altogether, as long as you're happy, I'm happy."

"What did I do to deserve someone like you?"

"Do you have any idea of what you want to do?" William asked, rolling on his side to face her.

"Not really. It's just something that has been on my mind."

"Well, thank you for sharing it with me." he said, kissing her.

"If I do leave you have to promise me one thing though."

"Whatever you want." he whispered agaisnt her lips.

"If the new coroner is a woman, you have to promise not to fall in love with her." she laughed.

"Not a chance. My heart is already taken and nothing is ever going to change that." he said seriously, moving on top of her to show her that she was the only one who will ever have his heart.